The Witch God Chronicles

When history becomes legend, when legend becomes myth, when myth has faded and become fragmented, when the dust of time has buried everything, our names, our stories, still spread in the long river of time, like the sun high in the sky, eternally shining on the earth, never to be extinguished. Remember, there was once a group of people who stood tall between heaven and earth, like pillars supporting the sky, never bowing or kneeling to anyone. They held wind and thunder in their hands, they trod on dragons and snakes, they cleaved the earth with their fists, they shattered stars with their palms; they were our ancestors, they shared the same bloodline as us, they called themselves shamans when they walked on the earth, and after they shattered the void, they became shaman gods!