A hidden legacy

(Damien)

As I stared at the glowing box nestled within the hollow of the tree, a multitude of emotions swirled within me. Fear, anticipation, and a strange, almost desperate hope.

My hands trembled slightly as I reached for it, my mind racing to make sense of everything that had led us here.

Sig stood close by, his expression a mixture of awe and concern. Amelia squeezed my hand, her eyes fixed on the box with a blend of curiosity and trepidation. The golden light from the tree bathed her in a soft glow, accentuating the tension in her features.

I carefully lifted the box from its resting place. Its surface was smooth and warm, resonating with the same energy that pulsed through the mark on my skin. The box seemed to hum in my hands, a subtle vibration that matched the rhythm of the tree's resonant hum.

Taking a deep breath, I opened the box. Inside, nestled in a bed of golden silk, was a parchment scroll.