The Binding of Ages

Previously

…She thought of the shadowy whispers, the chilling presence that had invaded their quiet space. She was no warrior, no sorceress. She was a baker. But as she met Master Eldrin’s steady gaze, and saw Pip’s unwavering loyalty, a new resolve began to form within her. She might be a baker, but she had also coaxed a shy sprout of magic into bloom. And she would not let it be extinguished. “The Whispering Ruins,” she repeated, her voice firmer than she expected. “Then that’s where we’ll go.” The journey, she knew, had truly begun. The scent of flour and fate had led her here, and now, the song of the Sunstone was calling her onward, into the unknown heart of time itself.