The Veil: A Chosen Path
Two deer appeared while I was feeding hay. They didn’t run. They simply stood there, watching—especially the smaller one, which locked eyes with me as if it knew something.
I took a photo and joked online about the unexpected visitors. But what happened next wasn’t a joke.
The smaller deer approached, dropped something at my feet—a small bundle wrapped in dark cloth. Inside was a worn wooden box, and inside that, a silver locket, engraved with strange symbols that sent chills down my spine.
When I looked up, the deer was already retreating into the woods, pausing as if inviting me to follow. And I did.
Deeper in, the silence was suffocating—no birds, no wind—just eerie stillness. It led me to a secluded clearing, where a massive oak tree stood. The deer vanished beneath it.
At the tree’s base, I unearthed a stone tablet inscribed with the same symbols as the locket. Beneath it lay an ancient parchment:
“For the one who is chosen: The truth is not safe. The truth is not gentle. But if you seek it, follow the signs. This is only the beginning.”
That night, I couldn’t sleep. Research revealed a legend of a secret order guarding something called The Veil. The locket was a key. The deer? Messengers.
I don’t know why I was chosen, but something old and dangerous has pulled me in—and now, I can’t turn back.
