Against Time

"Wretched fools," boomed the god, "are your faces so thick with pompous vanity that you cannot see the treasures before you? You do not deserve to stand in the court of Men, nor the court of Justice."

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In the kingdom of Lytheria, gypsies are stains on a sea of the clean population; they are unwanted, undesirable, unwelcome. The people fear the gypsies and their stories of proud gods and heroes; yet, they are spellbound by the magic they can bring to life, and the prophecies that nearly always come true.

The trees whisper of a child, with hair black as midnight and gleaming eyes bright as the moon, who will save her flesh and blood from ruin. She is not a princess, nor a hero. She is a girl who has lost everything, who has risen from the ashes once more to claim what is rightfully hers.

And when her gypsy camp is burnt to ashes in the dead of night, she falls into despair. But the gods have already marked her path down, and chosen her fate. Five years later, opportunity comes with a bloody vengeance. Five years later, she is hunting for the truth.

There is a vagabond, who is bound down by shackles of destiny; a heiress, who knows the pain of poverty; an orphan, who steals not gold, but dark secrets; and a peasant, who is affluent but aches for love. They are all connected by the same strings of fate, and bound to each other for life. They are not legends, nor heroes, nor mighty foes. But they have found their way together, and so will remain forevermore.

For the gods are watching.