The Voice Beneath the Floorboards
335 Words
That night, sleep didn’t come easily.
Luna lay in bed, the pendant clutched in her hand like a lifeline. Every time she closed her eyes, the figure in the woods returned. The way it looked. The stillness. The silence.
And now… a whisper.
At first, she thought it was a dream.
Then she heard it again, soft, muffled, real from beneath the floorboards.
“Luna…”
She sat bolt upright.
Her room was dark, except for the faint violet pulse of the pendant resting against her collarbone.
“Luna...” the voice came again, distorted and far away, like it traveled through water or time.
She climbed out of bed and stepped onto the cold floor. The whisper was coming from the corner, where the wood creaked underfoot more than usual.
She knelt and pressed her ear to the boards.
Nothing.
But when she touched the floor, truly touched it with her fingers something responded.
The boards shimmered. A sigil began to etch itself slowly into the wood, burning faintly in purple.
She pulled back in shock.“You’ve begun to awaken...” the voice said, louder now, closer. Male. Calm. Eerie.
“Who are you?” she whispered.
“A memory... of your blood. A shadow waiting for the right moon. And now... you hear me.”
The pendant around her neck glowed brighter. The sigil on the floor pulsed in rhythm with her heartbeat.
“What do you want from me?”
“To remind you. Of what you are. Of what you were born to become.”
Luna shook her head, stepping back.
“I’m not like them.”
“You carry what they carried. Their power. Their wrath. Their legacy.”
Then the voice dropped low, barely audible.
“You are your mother’s seed... after all.”
Her blood ran cold.
The sigil faded. The glow died down.
And once again, her room was silent.
But Luna knew something had changed.
She wasn’t just being watched anymore.
She was being called.
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