One morning in a small, peaceful town, Lisa sat at the old wooden table in the kitchen. She gazed out the window as the wind gently swayed the leaves. Her life seemed ordinary—school, part-time work, and quiet moments spent sketching.
Yet there was one thing that set her apart from everyone else—a strange mark on her right arm. It resembled a pattern of stars, faintly glowing whenever light touched it. Lisa usually hid it under long sleeves and never spoke to anyone about it.
Today, however, the mark glowed unusually bright. A chill ran through her arm, and she felt a faint whisper echoing in her mind:
"You are the chosen one… You must go to the hidden world…"
Lisa gasped. She raised her arm to look at the mark again. The glow faded, but the strange sensation remained.
Her ordinary life was about to change forever.