Rise of a Black Flame

Sometimes we are moved to break laws even though doing so might cost us our lives. This book before you is the evidence of what I hope to have done in defying this world and unjust rule. If you read it or keep it, you take part in what I have done and are responsible with my hopes and aspirations. Weather it is accomplished or not does not matter. You are guilty.

My name is Maggie, and I have written the record of things that might have been, may be happening, might have passed, or may never be. The world I live in is not yours, yet I know your world. It may so be that even this story reaches Earth as nothing more than a fantasy. Until then it resides in a similar world called Kush-Rangla, connected to your own through Death. All that I say may be true and may be false, for I cannot be sure that it will be, or that is has been as the case may be.

Of this portion, I cannot write all that I have seen or heard. This was not the beginning of my world, nor its end. It was not its middle either. I write of one man of legend. I write of Kush-Rangla and a time in its history where everything was undone. Time was taken back, as it were, but it was not.

I am your narrator.