5
I awoke to find myself back in my bed with a towel beneath my wet hair. Father Collins sat beside me with pursed lips and a large tome in his lap.
“How are you feeling?”
I cupped my hand over my forehead and sighed. “Like a train hit me.” I received a blank for my trouble and shook my head. “Not great.”
He set his palm on the cover of the large book. “I thought you might feel as such.”
There was something in his manner and words that caught my curiosity, and I couldn’t help but allow my gaze to fall to the book. “Why?”
A deep sigh escaped his lips. “You are not a mere visitor from another world, but someone vastly important to ours, and your coming was foretold in this book.” He patted the cover lightly with one palm. “In here is the prophecy that spoke of one who would fa
