Rhea had grown up with the stories of the deities who helped create the land and help the people prosper. The one she had engraved into her head was, Pyrophis, the drakon that lived in the city of fire. She knew the story beginning to end, without missing anything. At least she thought she did. After the death of her father, her uncle proclaimed himself to be the new king. This caused problems for not only the people of the city but for the surrounding land as well. The great serpent was angry. Anyone who believed could see it. With the discovery that the gods were real and walking in front of her, Rhea realized there was a lot more hidden between the stories that people didn't talk about. The truth was buried somewhere beneath obsidian and rock. And Rhea was meant to find it.