[ Discovery ] : Inferno, FTO

32% || Book Of Shadows

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'' Kiss Me, Son Of God ''They Might Be Giants

As I stood at the imposing wrought-iron gates of the Westwood Manor, I couldn't help but admire the sheer opulence that unfolded before me. The sun was just beginning to break over the horizon, casting a golden glow on the sprawling estate.

It was one of those mornings where the world feels too bright and anticipation hangs like a delicate thread in the air. Tall, elegant hedges flanked the long driveway, each meticulously trimmed to perfection, and I could already see a flurry of activity inside the mansion.

The mansion itself was something to behold. Crafted from a blend of fine stone and exquisite wood, its exterior gleamed in the sunlight. It stood proud with tall spires and intricately designed balconies that jutted out like small terraces.

Even from my vantage point, I could see vibrant flowers decorating the lush garden, their colors popping against the greenery. Petunias, roses, and dahlia—each bloom was in its prime, adding a splash of life to the meticulously curated landscape.

As I took my post as the guard, I couldn't shake the feeling that something special was about to happen.

There was a buzz in the air, a sense of purpose among the bustling servants who darted from one end of the estate to the other. Their white gloves and crisp uniforms were immaculate, moving with the kind of efficiency that spoke of countless rehearsals.

I watched as they arranged bouquets of fresh flowers, arranging them in elegant crystal vases that sparkled under the morning sun. The scent wafted gently towards me, an intoxicating mixture of sweet perfume and the earthy smell of fresh blooms.

I leaned against the cool stone of the gate, my thoughts drifting. I had always been a bit of an outsider, a simple guard poking my head into a world rich with magic and mystery.

I watched as the servants moved about, their faces flushed with enthusiasm, but I wouldn't know the first thing about what they were setting up for.

Rumors buzzed among the guards—perhaps a royal gala or a secret meeting of sorcerers? Whatever it was, everyone seemed to be in on it except for me. A pesky feeling of inadequacy nestled in my gut, yet I had my job to do.