Prologue
The day came to pass that great Dweia, mother of the world, had a child. All were joyous, but Dweia held a fear in her heart. It was prophesied by her brother, great Deiwos, that the first born of the mother of the earth would be stolen. That was what great Dweia feared above all else. So, Dweia used her great power as a goddess to forge a bell. The bell was small, only as large as a thumbnail, but great Dweia told her child to ring it when ever she was in danger. Dweia's fears slowly receded after her beautiful child, a girl by the name of Andaline, had lived many centuries and begun her training, in the reading of the book and in the art of lying, cheating, and stealing. And so, the fear got buried underneath layers of Dweia's undying love. It may seem that holy Deia had forgotten the prophesy, but nay, she had not. Her infinite memory just stored it away, in a dark crevice of her mind. It could be awakened at a touch.
And so it will be.
