Branwen’s not really into taking orders from *anyone*—especially not the Shining Ones, those ancient gods who are basically the divas of the magical world. They want her to be their Chosen One and save her country from the Saxons. Problem is, Branwen’s not exactly feeling the whole “leader” vibe.
Then, enter a dramatic messenger from the skies who delivers a vision of a future so bleak, it could use a good filter. Apparently, if Branwen doesn’t step up, her loved ones will suffer in ways that are *way* worse than a bad hair day. And get this—everyone she trusts might betray her. Yep, even her pet cat.
So, the Shining Ones have made their demands. Now Branwen has to decide: follow their destiny and become a hero, or live with the guilt of terrible, unspeakable horrors... and probably some awkward family dinners. Choices, choices.