Under the volcano

I am alone. No one stands by me. I have no Dark Prince to ride in my chariot, to walk with me, to hold me to him. I have no one. And yet. I have myself. And to me, at this time, it seems enough. It seems more, much more, than enough.

Alternately warrior, witch, goddess and slave, she travels through a barbaric world. Searching for a way to free herself from the taint of her vanished race.