Aria couldn't shake off the feeling that something was off. The mysterious letter had left her with more questions than answers. Who was behind it? And what did they want from her?
As the clock struck midnight, Aria made her way to the old windmill on the outskirts of town. The wind was howling, and the creaking of the windmill's blades sent shivers down her spine.
As she approached the entrance, a figure emerged from the shadows. It was a woman with long, curly hair and piercing green eyes.
"Welcome, Aria," the woman said, her voice low and mysterious. "I've been waiting for you."
Aria's heart was racing as she followed the woman into the windmill. The air was thick with the scent of old grain and dust.
"Who are you?" Aria demanded, trying to keep her voice steady.
The woman smiled, revealing a hint of mischief in her eyes. "My name is Lyra," she said. "And I'm here to tell you the truth about your family's past."
Aria's eyes widened as Lyra began to spin a tale of magic, mystery, and murder. It was a story that would change everything Aria thought she knew about herself and her place in the world.