Prophesies, Shmophesies! It's all just a line of make believe, right?
That's what I used to think, but now, I'm not so sure. I've always felt different. I used to spend a lot of time in my own head, until five years ago. But I closed that door. That is, until the death of my sister, the delivery of an ancient tree, and some crazy person kidnapped my niece.
Add a gorgeous distraction, a time limit to find an ancient tablet of prophecy, a talking tree and learning how to use my telepathic abilities again, suddenly, I'm a hot mess. Either I turn over the tablet to the psycho kidnapper, or my niece may die. Turns out, it could also mean the death of another world.
I don't know how I'm supposed to save both but I'm going to try.
