For as long as Octavia could remember, the gods themselves were gone, their essence scattered throughout the four corners; the earth was desolate, thousands of fights broke out every few weeks and never ending civil war. The Second Great Prophecy was now merely a myth--showing that the seven demigods of old had failed in their quest to defeat Mother Earth and Octavia was there to pick up the pieces they had left behind. Her father was spared, for how could Mother Earth destroy her siblings? Her father, enraged by the actions his sister had made, gave her, his daughter, glimpses of what could have been. Whispering words she could not understand. How could she be his champion?