BLOODLINES : LEGACY OF SHADOWS

ay in bed, staring at the ceiling as the memories flooded back. The nightmares had been a regular occurrence since her grandmother's passing, but this one felt different. This one

steeling herself for what lay ahead. She knew that her family's secrets would not be easy to uncover, but she was ready to face whatever lay in store. The streets were empty, save for the occasional stray cat or night bird. Emilia walked, her feet carrying her toward the old mansion on the outskirts of town. It loomed before her, its turrets and spires reaching toward the moon like skeletal fingers. She felt a shiver run down her spine as she approached the entrance. The front door creaked ominously as she pushed it open, revealing a hallway shrouded in shadows. Emilia stepped inside, her heart pounding in her chest. The air was thick with dust and the scent of decay. Emilia covered her mouth, her eyes adjusting to the dim light. She moved deeper into the mansion, her footsteps echoing off the walls. As she explored the rooms, Emilia began to uncover fragments of her family's history. Old portraits hung on the walls, their subjects' eyes seeming to follow her. She felt a connection to them, a sense of belonging that she couldn't quite explain. In the attic, Emilia discovered a trunk filled with old letters and photographs. She sat down, surrounded by the relics of her family's past, and began to read. The letters spoke of ancient proph