The Binding of Ages

Previously

…Elara looked at Pip, then at the faint glow emanating from her pocket. The familiar comfort of flour and yeast seemed a distant memory, replaced by the unsettling hum of a destiny she never knew she had, a destiny that had just revealed itself in the twilight, under the watchful gaze of the stars. Her quiet life in Oakhaven, she suspected, was about to become a lot more interesting, and a lot more dangerous. The scent of flour still clung to her, but now, it was mingled with the undeniable, and frankly terrifying, aroma of fate.