For years, the old tree stood alone as history unfolded around it. It watched and waited, guarding its secrets well. Today, the heat enveloped it in a shimmering haze. Although there was no breeze, the leaves trembled. A low hum seemed to come from deep within.
As Marion stumbled towards it that sultry spring day, how could she have known she was the one it had been waiting for? How could she have guessed it would draw her into the very fabric of time? How could she have imagined the danger she would face? For the tree was the gateway between two worlds.