The Tapestry of Choices

“Are you the Keeper of Time?” Amelia asked, her voice shaking slightly.

“I am,” the Keeper replied, its tone layered, as though a thousand voices spoke in unison. “And you, Amelia, are the cause of this chaos.”

Amelia stiffened. “What do you mean?”

The Keeper gestured with a flowing hand, and the air between them wove itself into a tapestry of glowing threads. Images flickered within—a young Amelia saving Thomas from his fate in the 18th century, their escape, and the moment the timeline fractured.

“When you saved him, you pulled a thread that was never meant to be touched,” the Keeper explained. “That action created an imbalance in the tapestry of time. Amalina was born of that imbalance—a replacement thread to hold the structure together.”

Amelia’s breath caught. “You’re saying Amalina exists because of me?”