Since the night she found the necklace, Alana hadn't been the same.
Everything around her seemed… different. The colors looked more vivid, the sounds clearer, as if the world had gained a new layer she hadn't noticed before.
At school, her classmates' stares seemed to last longer than usual. It wasn't exactly bullying — it was curiosity. As if they sensed something in her had changed, even if they couldn't tell what.
In biology class, Alana dropped a pair of scissors on the floor. When she bent down to pick them up, she noticed that, for an instant, the blade was surrounded by a faint purple glow. She blinked. It was gone. No one else seemed to notice.
That afternoon, she came home early. She walked through the park again, hoping — maybe even wanting — to find another clue about the necklace. But nothing appeared. Just the sound of the wind through the trees… until a voice whispered:
"You have awakened it."
She froze. Looked around, but no one was there.
"Who's there?" she shouted, trying to sound firm.
Silence was the only answer.
She ran home, and only when she reached her room did she notice that the necklace was glowing again — this time, more brightly. And for the first time, a word appeared engraved in the stone, as if carved by the light itself:
"Vydra."
She had no idea what it meant. But deep in her soul, she felt it was the beginning of something much bigger.
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The Mystery Begins to Unfold
Intrigued by the word engraved on the stone — Vydra — and with no clear clues as to what it might mean, she decided to start her search online. She spent hours digging through websites, forums, even social media, but found nothing directly related to the stone or that strange name.
Determined, she went to the city library. She scoured dusty shelves, read excerpts from old encyclopedias, and consulted books on mythology and forgotten legends. But again, she left without answers.
Back home, she sat on the bedroom floor, frustrated — until a memory surfaced: there was an old box of ancient books stored in the attic. With effort, she climbed the creaking stairs and began sifting through the dusty volumes.
Then, among yellowed pages and worn-out covers, she found a book with no title, bound in leather. As she flipped through it, her eyes widened: there it was — Vydra. The stone was described as an ancient artifact, shrouded in mystery, dating back many decades — perhaps even centuries.
The text said the stone held a power tied to memory and truth, and that only those with a "restless heart" could find it. Further on, there was an even more surprising revelation: Vydra was passed down