The Binding of Ages

Previously

…Elara managed a weak smile, leaning into Pip’s embrace. She looked at the artifact, now glowing with its original, gentle luminescence. It no longer pulsed with desperation, but with a quiet, steady power. It was safe. The timeline was safe. She had not rewritten the past, but she had, in her own way, preserved it. And in doing so, she had discovered a strength within herself that she never knew existed. The quiet baker from a small village had stood against the tide of oblivion and held firm. The price of time, she realized, was not in its alteration, but in its preservation, and the courage to defend it.