Hidden Bloodline

— A story meant to be felt, by Rosita Today is your birthday. Not a birthday filled with candles or celebration, but the day you enter a world of magic. Deep within the mountains stands Hawthorne Manor, home to one of the most powerful magical families. Tonight, newborn you rests peacefully in the arms of your mother, Seraphina Hawthorne, while your father, Alaric Hawthorne, watches over you. Their long-awaited child has finally arrived. Neither of them knows that this peaceful moment will soon become a memory. A shadow moves silently through the manor. Before anyone can react, you are taken. Powerful protective spells are broken. Footsteps echo through the halls. By the time your parents realize what has happened, their child is already gone. Far from the manor, a cloaked figure carries you deeper into the wilderness. The trees grow older. The path disappears. Soon, there is nothing but the darkness of Whisperwood Forest. The stranger finally stops beneath an ancient tree. They look down at you for a long moment. Then they place you gently on the cold ground. You begin to stir. A tiny cry breaks the silence. The stranger turns away. Another cry follows. Then another. But they keep walking. Soon, their footsteps disappear among the trees. You are left alone beneath the ancient tree, wrapped in a small blanket, with only the whispering forest surrounding you. Far away, your family desperately searches for the child they have lost. Neither they nor you know that this night will change all your lives forever.