On a quiet Sunday evening, when the sky over Goa was melting into shades of orange and purple, I found a letter lying outside my door.
There was no stamp.
No address.
No name.
Just my initials written in deep blue ink — C.F.
My heart began to race.
I looked around. The street was empty. The neighbor’s dog wasn’t barking. Even the usual sound of scooters passing by was missing. It felt like the world had paused.
I picked up the letter carefully. The paper felt old, fragile — like it had travelled through years to reach me. When I opened it, a faint smell of sandalwood rose from it.
Inside, there was only one sentence:
"You were chosen the day you were born. It’s time to remember."
My fingers trembled.
Before I could even process what it meant, my phone buzzed in my hand.
Unknown Number.
I hesitated… then answered.
“Hello?”
Silence.
But it wasn’t empty silence. I could hear faint breathing. Slow. Calm. Waiting.
“Who is this?” I whispered.
And then the voice spoke.
“It has begun.”
The call ended.
At that exact moment, the lights in my house went out.
Total darkness.
My heart pounded so loudly I could hear it echoing in my ears. I tried turning on my phone flashlight, but the screen froze. The air around me felt heavier, colder.
Then I saw it.
A faint glow coming from the letter.
The sentence on the paper was changing.
New words slowly appeared beneath the first one:
"The key is where the sea meets the forgotten stone."
The sea?
I lived just ten minutes away from the beach.
My mind raced. Was this a prank? A cruel joke? But something deep inside me told me it wasn’t. The fear I felt wasn’t ordinary fear — it felt ancient.
Without thinking too much, I grabbed my hoodie and stepped outside. The streetlights flickered back on as soon as I locked my door, like nothing had happened.
The walk to the beach felt longer than usual. The night was strangely silent. Even the waves sounded distant, softer than normal.
When I reached the shore, the moon was high and bright. The beach was empty except for one thing.
Near the old broken stone cross that tourists rarely noticed… something was glowing.
My breath caught in my throat.
I walked closer.
Half-buried in the sand was a small metallic box. The same deep blue initials — C.F. — were engraved on it.
My hands shook as I picked it up.
The moment I touched it, a wave of memories hit me.
Not normal memories.
Not childhood.
Something else.
I saw flashes — a woman standing near the sea centuries ago, holding the same box. She looked like me. Same eyes. Same face. But dressed in old traditional clothes.
She whispered something before disappearing into the waves.
Then I heard her voice clearly inside my head:
"Our blood remembers what the world forgets."
I gasped and stumbled back.
The box opened by itself.
Inside, there was a pendant shaped like a small crescent moon. The metal shimmered silver under the moonlight.
The second I touched it, warmth spread through my body. The wind around me began to swirl. The waves rose higher.
And suddenly… I understood.
The woman I saw wasn’t just someone who looked like me.
She was my ancestor.
Centuries ago, our family had been protectors of something hidden beneath the sea — something powerful. Something dangerous.
And that responsibility… had now passed to me.
The ground beneath the sand trembled slightly. Far into the water, I saw a faint blue light glowing beneath the surface.
The voice from the phone echoed again in my mind:
“It has begun.”
Tears filled my eyes — not from fear this time, but from the weight of realization.
My ordinary life… my college, my friends, my simple routines — they were about to change forever.
The pendant glowed brighter, and I felt strength flowing through me.
I wasn’t chosen randomly.
I was chosen because I was ready.
I took a deep breath and stepped closer to the waves.
“If this is my destiny,” I whispered to the night, “then I accept it.”
The sea answered.
The blue light rose from beneath the water, forming a glowing path toward the horizon.
And without looking back, I walked forward — toward the truth that had waited for me since the day I was born.
