"My grandmother had sold the rest of her jewelry long ago, but she left a particular necklace in my care: a golden chain, bearing a raven-shaped charm."

"This pendant was my grandmother's legacy. I sought solitude among the trees as moonlight danced on their branches, her gift safe in my hand."

"The chain fit my neck perfectly, but my heart fluttered with chills as the cool metal came to rest against my chest. I closed the clasp and waited, silent."

"My heart filled with warmth, and I felt my feet lift from the ground. Suddenly, I was free—free to soar, the homes beneath me shrinking to specks on a map."