The woman led Anya to a secluded clearing, surrounded by tall trees and filled with a soft, golden light. The air was filled with the scent of flowers, and Anya felt a sense of peace wash over her.
The woman turned to face her, her eyes serious. "Anya, you are the last living heir of a powerful bloodline," she said. "Your ancestors were known for their magical abilities, and you have inherited their gifts."
Anya felt a sense of wonder. She had always known that her family was special, but she had never imagined that they were magical.
The woman handed her a small, leather-bound book. "This is your family's history," she said. "Read it, and you will understand your true nature."