THE FIFTH SIGIL

They told me I was just a girl-powerless, forgettable, broken.
They were wrong.
I don't remember where I came from. Only the cold hands that kept me locked away, and the voice of a woman I loved and lost too young. My grandmother's final words still cling to me like a curse:
"Find the five sigils. Everything depends on it."

I don't know what the sigils are.
I don't know what I am.
But something inside me is waking-and the world is already shifting.

Since the night I broke free, the Hollowmere has begun to notice me. The witches, the ruins, the wild magic. There's something they see... or fear. And I feel it too. A pull. A hunger. A storm stirring beneath my skin.
They say I'm part of something ancient. Something dangerous.
But I didn't ask for this. I didn't ask for power. I just want to survive.

And yet-somehow-I know survival isn't the end of my story.

There are others watching me now. Shadows that don't move. Eyes that burn through dreams. Voices I don't recognize calling me by names I've never spoken.

Who they are... I don't know yet.
Whatever happens after that I find the fifth sigil-
the realm will never be the same again.