ESMAY'S POV
I can't even begin to imagine what sort of secrets lurk within the walls of Anubis estate. The ancient architecture, the magnificent antiquities, the solitary rooms off-limits to students - it just provokes the curious part of my brain to explore.
I'm horrified I'll be punished on my first full day, but my curiosity overrules my fear. While the rest of the boarders are at their classes, I am not yet fully enrolled, so I have the liberty to explore the house. On the top floor is a door cloaked in cobwebs and a doorknob that creaks at the slightest touch, signaling it hasn't been opened in years. My heart thumps and a mischievous smile lingers on my face.
To my utter surprise, the door is unlocked. As I slowly pry the door open, a looming staircase appears in view. Shadows caress the railings, as if they're too frightened to move up the stairs any further. I suddenly get the vision that I am one of those shadows.
Ignoring my gut, I follow my instincts. If I want an adventure, this is where I have to go. I know I have been sent here for a reason.
A gust of air brushes past me and I hear a slam. Suddenly, I realize that the door is slammed shut. My eyes widen, and I can feel my heart pumping faster and faster.
"It's ok, Esmay," I tell myself. "Just breathe."
I don't know who closed the door, or why he or she didn't bother to tell me to come down. I am on the fourth step; clearly he or she must've seen me.
Unless that person didn't want me to come down.
I clutch my hand around my necklace to comfort myself.
My necklace.
It's a long shot, but I press the necklace against the door. An orange glow illuminates from the core of the locket, and then it begins to brighten, shedding light on every dark corner of the staircase. I hear hinges creak, and against the wooden paneling of the door, a face emerges out of the orange light I cast.
"AHHH!" I scream, completely frightful. The door swings open, and I am thrust out of the staircase and into the hall.
I land on the plush carpeting, which helps to ease the pain of my fall.
I clutch the necklace against my heart, being constantly reminded of his face.
"Thank you, brother," I whisper. "Now, tell me why I am here."
