The soft glow of the morning sun filtered through the sheer curtains of a modest room, illuminating the figure of a young woman sitting at a small wooden desk, her fingers tracing the edges of an ornate letter. The thick parchment felt heavy in her hands, far too refined for someone who'd lived a life of silence and isolation like Sara. Yet here she was, holding a letter that would change everything.
"Sara, last of the Ravenwood bloodline. Come to the estate, where the curse that binds your name will either destroy you or set you free."
Sara stared at the words, her heart pounding in her chest. Ravenwood. The name sounded foreign yet familiar, like a shadow of something that once was. As an orphan raised by distant relatives who barely acknowledged her existence, Sara had never known her true heritage. She had always felt like an outsider, someone lost in a sea of whispers and secrets. But this... this letter was a summons—a beckoning to a place she knew nothing about, a place that was somehow intertwined with her very existence.
She had always been on the outside looking in. But now, with this letter in her hand, it seemed the world was asking her to step into the center, to claim a life she hadn't even known she deserved.
Her fingers tightened around the envelope, her mind racing. This was it—the beginning of something new, something mysterious. The curse, the Ravenwood name—it was all too much for her to understand, but she knew one thing: she had to go.
With a deep breath, Sara packed her belongings. She wasn't sure what awaited her at Ravenwood Estate, but she could feel the pull deep inside her, urging her forward into the unknown.