The village of Contranor had a strange tradition. Everyone who was born in the village would go up into the mountains to the north on their sixteenth birthday. The mountains were home to a group of mages called the Oracles. They gave each of the residents a prophecy, one that would dictate the rest of their lives. Mostly, it was who to marry or what career they would be best suited for. But everyone got one.
Everyone, but Hope. When it came to her turn, the oracles told her that she had no prophecy. Not that she had no future, just no prophecy. Instead, Hope was forced to make one up for herself, lest she look out of place among the rest of the village. But when her friends get conflicting prophecies, she's stuck trying to repair the damage that the lie had done. Not just with her family's reputation, but the friendships that her lie had strained.
With her future on hold, Hope decides to help out her friend Jack in his own prophecy. It leads them on a path outside of their quiet little village, out into the world that neither of them were prepared for. And beyond it. But none of their little band expected just where their prophecies would lead them.
