The next morning, Aria couldn’t shake the images from her mind. She felt tethered to something larger than herself—a story centuries in the making. When Kieran called, his voice was laced with urgency.
“I found something,” he said. “Meet me at the library near the old district.”
The library was tucked between modern skyscrapers, its weathered stone façade hinting at its age. Kieran was waiting on the steps, a stack of books in his arms. Inside, he laid out an old map of a coastal village.
“This is where the myth began,” he explained, pointing to a marked spot. “The shrine where the crimson thread was first blessed—and where the curse began.”
Aria studied the map. “Do you think it still exists?”
Kieran nodded. “If it does, it might hold the answers we’re looking for.”
They spent hours researching, piecing together fragmented stories. The shrine was said to be hidden deep in the forest, guarded by those who understood its power.
As they prepared to leave, Aria hesitated. “What if the curse is real? What if going there makes it worse?”
Kieran’s jaw tightened. “If we don’t uncover the truth, we’ll never understand why this is happening to us.”
Aria nodded. The journey had begun.