Volume One: For the Goddess’ Glory

Long ago, in a time far removed from now and a place far removed from here, across the all-powerful nation of Argonia, citizens rife with uncertainty began their celebrations of the approaching harvest. In the dust-filled capital pious merchants and prominent figures alike prostrated themselves beside one another beneath statues of the Divine family. Those affluent enough laid lavish meals of plum-olives and milk-grapes at the golden feet of Argus the Heavenly Founder. Young children made great show of decorating the Heavenly Son Argus II in a crown of argonium, the eye-shaped national flower. Each citizen stepped forward to kiss the stone cheeks of the Water Goddess. From her basin poured the cleanest and clearest fountain ever known to man. As the devout finished their offerings to the statues and returned to the street, they were careful to note those less generous with their gifts to the Divine. These heretics will bring drought upon us, they thought. And all in the city was well.

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