A Promise Across Time [Completed]

The Revelation at Ravenscave (2024)

Notes: This chapter transitions to the year 2024, capturing a moment during a game of hide-and-seek among the children at Ravenscave Manor .

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2024
Ravenscave Manor
Valencia, Spain

***CIEL MEYERS

It's an unsettling sensation that has gnawed at me ever since I boarded my private jet bound for Spain. The sleek, modern aircraft, a marvel of engineering and luxury, now feels almost claustrophobic. The feeling is persistent, a silent whisper that refuses to be ignored. My instincts, honed over years of navigating both personal and professional realms, tell me that something significant is on the horizon. Yet, the source of this unease remains just out of reach.

As I sit in the plush leather seat of my jet, I glance out the window at the sprawling landscape below. The sun sets in a blaze of orange and gold, casting long shadows over the European countryside. I've always found a certain comfort in the rhythm of travel, the predictable patterns of flight and arrival. But this time, everything feels different. The familiar patterns have shifted, and my senses are on high alert.

My thoughts drift to Ravenscave Manor, the historic estate nestled in the rolling hills of Valencia. It's a place I've rarely opened to visitors, a sanctuary of sorts that I've kept shrouded in privacy. Yet, for reasons I can't entirely explain, I've made an exception this time. There's a new face accompanying me to the manor, someone whose presence is both unexpected and intriguing.

The private jet touches down smoothly on the runway, and as I disembark, the crisp Spanish air greets me with a refreshing chill. I am met by a fleet of sleek black cars, their drivers poised and waiting. An elderly woman with an air of quiet confidence is already at my side. She is the guest who is coming with me to my home.

We make our way to Ravenscave Manor in a convoy of luxury vehicles. The estate, with its grandiose façade and sprawling grounds, looms ahead. Its silhouette against the twilight sky is both majestic and imposing. The manor's turrets and ivy-clad walls seem to whisper secrets from a bygone era. This is a place where history and mystery intertwine, and tonight, it will play host to a meeting of significance.

As we approach the manor, the unease I've been feeling intensifies. The shadows seem longer, the night darker. The air is thick with anticipation, a tangible tension that seems to envelop the estate. I can't shake the feeling that something momentous is about to unfold.

The private car carrying my guest and me glides smoothly up the gravel drive, the wheels crunching softly beneath us. As the manor's grand entrance comes into view, I glance over at her who sits beside me with an enigmatic expression on her face. Her demeanor is calm, almost serene, but her eyes hold a depth of emotion and knowledge that I can't quite place.

The car comes to a stop, and the driver opens the door for us. As she steps out, I catch a fleeting glimpse of something in her eyes—something that makes my breath catch in my throat. It's as if, in that brief moment, our gazes lock and everything becomes clear.

I gasp, unable to contain my shock. The realization hits me with the force of a tidal wave. Those beautiful, knowing eyes of this elderly woman hold a truth that I had never fully considered until now. The truth of what Raven Ciaran Meyers has received during her genetic rite—the truth of who she really is.