Back through the veil: reborn in 1403

The world ended in a whisper not a roar as the sound of happiness and joy filled the air sounds of firework proclaiming the end of another year It was December 31st, 2024. Snow drifted like ash outside the glass towers of New Avalon, and Seraphira Blake an orphan with silver hair blue eyes long lashes that fluttered skin looked like it was dipped in honey which was a contrast to her hair and eyes sat alone in the city library's historical wing, flipping through a forgotten manuscript bound in cracked leather. Her fingers tingled the moment they touched the page. A strange warmth traveled up her arm. The manuscript had no author, no title only old symbols that looked ancient but shimmered faintly when she leaned closer. As she whispered one aloud to her amazement ,the once bubbling world filled with laughter turned silent. Then, the ground shook. Faint magical lights appeared right above Sera she whispered "what is this!, could magic exist this this is not possible" The lights blinked. Somewhere in the distance, alarms screamed. But she couldn't move. The book glowed with a violet fire, and the pages turned of their own accord. The words rearranged, forming a single phrase: "Return to where it all began for life is like an interwoven thread" And the floor gave out beneath her. She fell through ink, through starlight, through silence. Her scream was swallowed by the winds of time. When she awoke, it was to the sound of horses' hooves and the sharp cry of falcons. The sky was softer here, tinted gold from the fading light she could fairly tell it was evening . She sat up slowly in a meadow of tall grass, the wind blowing at her clothes as if trying to tell a tale untold slowly shimmered now replaced by rough spun linen and a heavy cloak " ahhhhhhhh what's happening what am I wearing " Sera shouted in awe or fear no one could tell. Her boot made of leather. Around her was a forest and not far ahead, a stone castle rose above the trees like a crown on the land. From the path beyond the hill came the sound of riders armored men, swords at their sides. Panic surged. But before she could run, one of them spotted her. "You there!" His voice was stern, laced with an accent she'd only ever heard in documentaries "Who are you, and why do you wear the colors of the North?" Sera stood frozen, struggling to speak. Before she could answer, another man dismounted and approached. His face was framed with blonde curls, his hazel eyes piercing and uncertain . He looked at her not with suspicion, but with something like recognition. "You're not from here," he said quietly. "But I've seen you… in a dream". Sera's heart thundered. What kind of dream? What is this? A script of destiny? her voice hoarse with disbelief The knight stepped closer ignoring how tensed she was . "Your face was bathed in fire. The old gods whispered your name." She stared at him. "What is this place?" He glanced toward the castle. "The kingdom of Eldhame. The year of our Lord… 1403."Sera staggered. "No. No, no. This couldn't be real. Time travel was science fiction, not r-e-a-l" But the wind carried the scent of firewood and steel. Her breath clouded in the cold. The knight's hand, when he reached out to steady her, was warm and real. Somehow, in a world ruled by swords and secrets, Sera had been reborn into a past that remembered her more than she remembered herself through prophecies but what is this prophecy?