Rusted Time

The goddess of time was known for being cold, ruthless, and uncaring among her fellow gods. So when she comes across a starving human orphan, she decides to flick her nose at her peers, and nurse the child back to health. How hard can looking after a kid be? What’s that? A rapidly industrializing humanity is on a warpath with the heavens? A second civil war brewing amongst the gods? Psh, sounds like someone else’s problem, if you ask her.