I was shaken. The deer. The message. The locket. None of it was random.

Digging through local archives the next day, I found an old legend—about a secret order guarding something powerful called The Veil. The symbols were theirs. The deer, their messengers. The locket? A key.

Now I’m caught in something ancient, and someone knows I’ve been chosen.

This didn’t start with thunder or fanfare. Just a deer and a moment I almost ignored.

Not everything in the woods is wild. Some things are waiting.