THE MOONLIGHT CURSE

d wind that whipped through the trees that evening.Her mother’s voice echoed in her mind, “Stay inside, Lena. No matter what you hear, do not come out.”She had obeyed, curling up under t

ver the valley, Lena felt a shiver of anticipation. Her journey had just begun, and with it, the unraveling of the mystery that had haunted her for so long.Noticing an odd-looking amulet hanging around Draven’s neck, Lena’s curiosity piqued. The amulet was intricate, with a strange, glowing stone at its center.“That’s an interesting piece,” Lena remarked, nodding towards the amulet. “Where did you get it?”Draven’s hand instinctively went to the amulet, his expression darkening briefly before he forced a smile. “It was my parents’. They gave it to me before they died.”Lena sensed there was more to the story but decided not to press further. There was something about Draven that intrigued her, a complexity that mirrored the village itself.“Thank you, Draven. For your help,” she said softly.He nodded, his eyes flickering with something unreadable. “Be careful, Lena. This place… it has a way of revealing things you might not be ready to face.”With that, he turned and walked away, leaving Lena standing alone in the square, the weight of his words settling over her. She looked down at her mother’s locket, determination hardening her resolve. She would uncover the truth, no matter the cost.As she headed towards the inn where she would be staying, the moon rose higher, casting an eerie glow over Silverwood Valley. Lena couldn’t shake the feeling that her journey was just beginning—and that Draven’s secrets were intertwined with her own destiny.Later that night, unable to sleep, Lena found herself tossing and turning in the small bed at the inn. The whispers of the villagers and Draven’s cryptic warning echoed in her mind.Finally, she gave up on rest and decided to take a walk, hoping the cool night air would clear her head.The village was eerily quiet under the light of the full moon. As she wandered through the narrow streets, she felt the pull of the forest