Deborah’s POV

The seed glowed with a strange light, silver and gold mixed, growing from the burnt ground where the memorial stones used to be. Deborah stared at it, her legs shaking from deep tiredness, trying to understand what they had made.

"Not what," she'd said. "When."

The seed didn't just glow from their combined power. It felt like time itself, each pulse sending ripples through the air that made her see double.

She saw the present mixed with bits of futures that hadn't happened ...