the Tale of Emma Ott

In my dream, I hear someone say 'Be careful what you wish for...'
The very mention of those words scare me. I had not wished for anything. At least that was my memory.
Life stood still, and before me, dark shadowy yet delicately light wings hunted one another... or was it me they sought.
Winds tore at me, forcing me back the way I had come, down a twisted corridor of darkness.
My hands shook uncontrollably, matching the vibrations the whole of my body made. My breath came unevenly. I stumbled back in fear.
A wary voice tells, 'What holds you cannot be altered. Sorrow foresees this voyage.'
I dropped down, into emptiness, into a precipice. I do not breathe, which makes me cough, and in a direct response, I choke on my own saliva.
The torment of this hell seems of my own making, and I cannot make it stop, as I momentarily weep. Miserable, lost, chaos finds me as the veil shifts...

Emma Ott lives a simple life with her family, but at a London booksellers', a mysterious book draws her in, with enchantments and spells. But when Emma is abruptly pulled through time, to a place never imagined, she must find a way home. Her only hope is the author of her book. She meets Thomas, who becomes her guide, and when she finds the author, claiming to be her many times over great grandfather, the wizard Merlin, he asks an impossible request; to prove the existence of King Arthur. Vowing to right a wrong, Merlin tries to change history, but it becomes altered. Camelot is not as anyone remembers. Spells go awry, sending Emma and Thomas into the seventh century, to a world that holds a younger Merlin, where evil rules, death reigns, and there are no happy ending. In Camelot, a usurper is on the throne, an evil resurrected being, wielding black magic. To right history, Emma and Thomas hunt clues, and study spells. Friendships grow, as does the dawn of love, but love cannot bloom if it further pollutes the timeline, and only time will tell if the path they walk, is right.