As the land of Makayra deteriorates, its people seek the help of one that might save them. The only chance of survival is the return of the goddess of the land yet she is nowhere to be found in their world. Through magic and determination, the Prophecy of Resurgence will come to pass.
Their search leads them to discover Lilyana, a shy, young woman hiding behind her books to avoid the interactions of daily life. The Makayrans must transcend time and space, to bring forth the goddess hidden within Lily and find a way to return her to their world before it is too late.
Prologue
The light of the fire flickered. She opened her hand and blew the finely ground powder toward the flames. The fire was the only source of light in the underground cave where she lived. Her lips moved ever so slowly, muttering the necessary words, the words that would bring about the change. The ritual she was performing was the only way to bring about the revival of the world.
As she chanted, the flames danced and began to grow. She rose from where she had been seated on the floor to stand at her full height, all three feet. She may have been lacking in height, yet she dominated every room she entered. She was the Oracle that all looked to in times of need and desperation. Now was the time for another to take the lead role, yet she still had one task ahead of her. It was her job to bring the Goddess back into the world again. The Goddess would fix all that was wrong, once she finally returned.
Her robe fell away from her tiny body to reveal her pale white flesh. Her dark green hair almost brushed the floor as she walked about the nearly empty room. After the initial circuit was complete, she began to dance. Each motion, executed so fluidly as if she were a part of the pyre growing in the center of the cave, representing a portion of the spell she had to cast.
As her movements increased in speed, the color of the blaze began to alter, developing into a multitude of different shades of green. The chant continued and the flames slowly transformed. Once separate flames from a single base, they started to blend and grow together into something more tangible.
Her voice grew in pitch as her arms rose toward the roof of her little home. The creature that was sprouting in the fire began to take shape. It coiled itself about the base of the hearth, watching her as she moved about the room. The flames were giving birth to something that did not belong in their world, but it was not there to stay. She would bring it into being and send it to where its presence was necessary.
She closed her eyes and continued to circle what was left of the blaze. Her chanting became guttural as she swirled about. A low hissing began to rise at the center of the room stemming from the creature maturing in the flames. Her words cut off when she collapsed to the ground before the fire pit. Upon opening her eyes, another set were staring back at her.
The creature flicked its tongue at her and hissed again. The birthing was complete. The time had finally come to bring Her home. The Goddess would soon be where She belonged. She would return home and save them all.
