Storm of Shadows: The Agilmund Awakening
Rain and shadows cling to the orphanage walls. Aislinn, abandoned and adrift, clutches a locket and a whispered name. Unbeknownst to her, deep in a world of black stone, a prince lies broken. Their fates are bound by blood and a looming Blood Moon. Whispers of belonging and hidden powers stir as Aislinn's past catches up, threatening to shatter her world. Will she find her place, or be consumed by the storm?
The rain hammered relentlessly against the iron roof, a chilling welcome to the orphanage. Soaked and shivering, you stood on the porch, watching the shadow of the woman who brought you melt into the storm. Inside, the air was thick with the scent of damp wood and cold stone. The Matron's sharp voice cut through the darkness, urging you in.
"Move, girl. You'll catch your death."
Your shoes squelched as you stepped inside, the heavy door slamming shut behind you with a finality that sealed your fate. Eyes from the common room pressed against the glass, silent and sharp, weighing your worth.
