Everyone in Dzune had always assumed Tay could read fates, that her milky eyes let her discern what others couldn't. Villagers brought gifts in exchange for her wisdom and treated it as the ironclad word of the Sun Father. There was only one problem: Tay couldn't actually see the future.
Not at all initially, and only a little after her awakening. She'd had a true vision once, though, an image of her—armed and angry—safeguarding a strange man on a green hill. And now that man had come to Dzune.
Please Note: This story doesn’t fully resolve on its own—it’s meant as a lead-in to The Red Wraith.