The whispers followed me shuttering down the halls, I could not escape the horror blinding me. I jumped into the storm room. The whispers echoed like I was in a cave, bouncing off every little crevice mumbling like fireworks in the dreaded dark. They were loud, yet faded but I could make out the stillness of the wind blowing on my sorrel hair. The whispers yearned for me, Adriana Blanche, a 14 year girl leading into her adult ages. My parents were taken at the age of 9, and I was sent to Yehwis, the guardian of Sonem, told me my parents had died from the whispers of the Lange Manor; and that those same whispers would soon follow me too wanting the gift of mine that no one else has. At the age of 15 a serene receives a responsibility, passed down from generations before them, called a placid. I would soon get a gift, that was the highest honor in Sonem, I would become the next Yehwis for the years to come. My trait was wisdom, I was the smartest in Sonem and the whispers wanted that.