Honestly up until about five minutes ago I had never heard of Rothic comics, but after looking at a list of comics that were hitting the newsstands today a seeing the eye-catching cover for "Ancient Dreams #7" I decided to do more research.
Here is the plot for "Ancient Dreams" from the Rothic Website:
Cara... "My story starts with a 'once upon a time'--A long time ago beings lived who could control the elements, immortality, and time. We called them gods and gave them our worship. They played with us like toys, took our lives and sabotaged our love. Now the gods are myths. Stories in books--not to be confused with our modern world. I believed this until I found myself tumbling into a dream. This dream takes me to another life. To a forgotten time in a bloody age. I dream of Hades' son and a lustful goddess. I dream of limitless power and revolving time. I dream a death and love that was mine...
My name is Cara Wynter -- and this is my story."
Born into the 21st century, Cara Wynter is a beautiful young writer dreaming her own death. As she struggles to unlock the secrets of her painful nightmares, she finds herself caught in a contest between love--and the will of the ancient gods. With only the pages of a book to guide her, she is pulled into a world of mysticism and myth. She has thirteen days to remember, understand and break a deadly curse. To do so she must face her worst fears--to save a god she has treasured for centuries, and a love she cannot live without...
We dwell in the hidden past and the rolling present. We can only remember what we have lived--and we never know when we die. We are mortal, and we are soul. We are scattered ashes and disintergrating bones--we are shadows. Our lives nothing more than a tiny murmer in time. For us death is a fearful thing. We know it is coming, and we know too, whatever we loved must be left behind--much too prematurely.
Then it is over. Our lives, our souls--all that we were--gone. Snuffed out by something we could not control. But wehat if there was a way to do it again? To come back and make it right. It is said that the last enemy to be conquered is death, but I believe we conqure life when we die. If a soul could be reborn--what then? Would it be strong enough to live a second time?Would we--weak, fallible mortals be able to endure the struggle, the fear and finally the submission, as we give ourselves over to the bite of what must be?