Pheobe770
The prophecy was very clear.
The chosen hero would rise when darkness threatened the world once more.
It just forgot to mention she'd be eighty.
Margaret Whitlock expected to spend the rest of her days tending her garden, spoiling her six cats, and reminding the neighborhood children to wear proper coats. Instead, an ancient prophecy awakens and declares her the world's last hope.
Armed with nothing more than a sturdy cane, a pair of knitting needles, decades of hard-earned wisdom, and an overly devoted medical robot determined to make sure she never misses her medication, Margaret sets off on a journey across a land filled with monsters, forgotten kingdoms, impossible magic, and secrets older than history itself.
Most people laugh when they see an old woman claiming to be the Chosen One.
They stop laughing when they realize she has survived far worse than dragons.
As enemies gather and the fate of the world hangs by a thread, Margaret discovers that true strength isn't measured by youth, muscles, or magic. It's measured by kindness that refuses to die, courage that refuses to bend, and the determination to keep putting one foot in front of the other-even when your knees complain about it.
After all...
Heroes come in all ages.
And sometimes, the world is saved by a grandma.