No story begins at the beginning. The past sculpts the present with fingers too long and delicate to trace, working according to a plan beyond the knowledge of any who still draw breath. But when those ancient talons try to craft a hero's fate for young Donvin, to force him into the mold of the savior the world so desperately needs, they find that the shape of a hero and the shape of a monster are not so easily distinguished.
Enter a world on the precipice, one whose dark past is all too eager to give it a final nudge and...
Welcome to a Different Sort of Fantasy
No story begins at the beginning. The past sculpts the present with fingers too long ...
