The sun was setting as Sarah stepped off the train and onto the platform. She had traveled over 300 miles to get here, to this tiny town in the middle of nowhere. It was a place she had never heard of before, but it held all of her family's secrets. Secrets that her grandmother took to her grave years ago.
The world had always been a mysterious and fascinating place to me, but nothing could have prepared me for what I was about to experience. It all started with a chance encounter in the city park that led me on an adventure of a lifetime. From the bustling streets of New York City to the serene landscapes of Iceland, my journey took me across continents and through time itself.
The sun was setting, painting the sky a deep orange and casting long shadows on the ground. I walked alone down the deserted street, my footsteps echoing off the empty buildings around me. As I turned the corner, a shiver ran down my spine. A figure stood in front of me, their face obscured by a hood pulled tightly over their head. Before I could even register what was happening, they thrust something into my hand and disappeared into the night.
As the sun set over the small, dusty town of Millfield, Indiana, a strange energy pulsed through the air. Sixteen-year-old Mia had never felt anything quite like it before. She sat on her porch swing, lazily sipping sweet tea and watching as neighbors went about their business. But something was different tonight.
