While tossing hay, I saw two deer emerge from the woods—calm, unafraid. One stared directly at me, almost knowingly. Then it walked up and dropped a bundle at my feet: a small box containing a tarnished silver locket carved with strange symbols.
Drawn by something I couldn’t explain, I followed the deer into a silent, hidden clearing with a massive oak. There, I unearthed a stone tablet and a sealed parchment that warned: “The truth is not safe… follow the signs. This is only the beginning.”
That night, I couldn’t shake the feeling I was part of something ancient. A local legend spoke of a secret order, The Veil, guarding powerful knowledge. The deer were messengers. The symbols, their mark. And the locket? A key.
Now I’m pulled into a mystery older and darker than I imagined. I don’t know who chose me—or why. But someone did. And they wanted me to find this. That’s what haunts me the most.
