The witch of time

Previously

…Perhaps, just perhaps, the threads of time were not meant to be merely observed. Perhaps, for the first time in an eternity, they could be touched. And perhaps, with him, I could learn to weave them. The flicker of my magic intensified, a visible shimmer now, a faint aura of iridescent light that pulsed around me, unseen by him, but felt by me. It was a sign of the unraveling, of the danger. But tonight, for the first time in an eternity, it also felt like a whisper of hope. The lonely tower had gained a visitor, and the Witch of Time was no longer entirely alone.