Beneath the Quiet Surface

Previously

…He didn’t wait for my reply, simply opened the door and stepped out into the encroaching darkness. I hesitated for a fraction of a second, the warmth of the fire a stark contrast to the chilling reality he had laid bare. Then, with the strange mark on my hand pulsing with an insistent rhythm, I followed him out into the night, the quiet surface of my unknown life irrevocably shattered. The path ahead was shrouded in darkness, but for the first time since waking, a flicker of purpose, however terrifying, had ignited within me. I was a mystery, and the world was just beginning to reveal its secrets.