After everything that had happened, the silence in the house felt heavier than ever. The faint hum of the refrigerator and the distant wail of a siren outside, ordinary city sounds, now seemed strangely unreal.
Grandma sat across from Mikail. Her eyes, once soft and familiar, now held the weight of generations. With a trembling breath, she began to speak, not as the sweet old woman he had always known, but as the last keeper of a truth too dangerous to be forgotten.
She told him everything.
She spoke of their origins, of a bloodline older than any nation, whispered about in ancient texts and feared by those who still remembered. Her voice was steady as she recounted the long, hidden history of their family, the burdens they had carried, and the sacred duty passed down through generations.
As Mikail listened, the weight of destiny began to settle on his shoulders, reshaping his understanding of who he was, and who he was meant to become
Their family wasn't just special.
