School started, an awkward dance of introductions and forced smiles. Maya found solace in the library, the scent of old paper a familiar comfort. She reread the inscription on the locket. "The Harbingers?" A quick internet search revealed nothing.
That night, a strange thing happened. Just past midnight, a soft glow emanated from the locket. Cautiously, Maya opened it. A voice, faint and spectral, whispered, "Help us, Maya."