Prologue

Running was what a young girl with pigtails did in the thick Indian jungle. She dashed towards the inviting woodland, ignoring the warnings of her parents. Her father had repeatedly told her to avoid going anywhere without them and to never enter the forest alone. But she felt a powerful sensation, as if someone was pleading for her help.

She arrived in the middle of the forest, looking left and right, when she noticed a wounded doe lying on the ground, staring at her. Its gaze caught hers, and she felt it calling her again. But before she could get closer, a lion roared and sprang towards the doe to finish what it had started.

The little girl became distressed, her chest heaving in fear and anger. An ethereal glow surrounded her, as if the moon was shining through her. The wind picked up and thunder rumbled, and she yelled out, "STOP!"

Her palms were spread wide, holding up her hand, while her eyes widened. The sight in front of her shocked her to the core. The lion, who was about to pounce on the wounded doe, stopped in his tracks and growled softly.

She trembled as she looked down at her glowing hands and body. Overwhelmed, she turned and ran back to her home.

As she ran, she thought to herself, "Only one person will know the answer."