“Aaradhya, we’ve noticed some strange occurrences around you,” her father said, his brow furrowed with concern. “Objects moving on their own, and an eerie feeling of being watched.” Aaradhya’s heart raced. How did they know? “It’s probably just the house settling,” she said, trying to brush it off. But her parents exchanged a knowing glance. “We’ve been researching your family history,” her mother said. “There’s something you should know.” Aaradhya’s curiosity was piqued. What secrets had her parents uncovered? As they led her to the study, Aaradhya couldn’t shake off the feeling that Kaito’s appearance was connected to whatever her parents were about to reveal. The study was dimly lit, the air thick with the scent of old books. Aaradhya’s parents sat her down, their faces serious. “Aaradhya, you come from a line of powerful women,” her father said. “Women who possessed abilities beyond the ordinary.” Aaradhya’s eyes widened. Abilities? What did they mean? And then, just as her parents were about to reveal more, a loud crash echoed through the room…
Aaradhya’s heart skipped a beat as she turned to see what had caused the noise. A book had fallen off the shelf, its pages fluttering open. But what caught her attention was the symbol etched into the page. It was the same symbol she had seen in her dreams, the same symbol Kaito wore on his wrist. “Aaradhya, what’s going on?” her mother asked, concern etched on her face. But Aaradhya couldn’t answer. She was too busy trying to process the connection between the symbol, Kaito, and her own strange abilities. As she stared at the symbol, the room began to spin. Aaradhya felt herself being pulled into a vision, a vision of an ancient civilization, of powerful women wielding magic, of a great battle between light and darkness… And then, just as suddenly as it had begun, the vision stopped. Aaradhya found herself back in the study, her parents staring at her in worry. “Aaradhya, what happened?” her father asked. But Aaradhya just shook her head. She didn’t know what was happening to her, or what any of it meant. All she knew was that her life would never be the same again…