Across Time: Book One: The Second Wormhole

The dreams differ per night: Adalhaid will sometime in Wanahaimz find herself that is the realm of the Wanōz, a-perched Īggdhresil's highest branches. Other nights: Yüttunheimr, territories of the Giants, entangled within the Cosmic Tree's roots. Betimes even Ásgarðra the maid will thither, or Walhalla itself, great hall of Woden, who is king of the gods. Yet wheresoe'er the Allvater's dream raven do carry her, one thing she may trust: That he shall there be, waiting for her:

He that is the boy of her dreams. The boy she loves, but yet never she met.

What boy is he? Why dream she of him e'ery night? Perchance, he, her? At once, in a single morn, her questions all are answered to her. At once, with a flash of light.

'An invisible thread connects those who are destined to meet', goes thus the proverb of the Red String of Destiny. For Adalhaid of the Tribe Ambroniz, extant but a few decades ere the Roman Empire's advent, her Red String is come by way of a magical, cosmic door that bend matter, light, sound, and the very fabric of time-space:

A wormhole that to her sends her boy of her dreams from passing two millennia into future.