The rain was coming down in sheets, drenching everything in its path. The streets were empty except for a few brave souls hurrying home with their heads down, trying to avoid the deluge. But there was one person who didn't seem to mind the rain at all.
She was the last of her kind, a magical being born into an ordinary world. As a child, Isadora had always felt like she didn't quite fit in. Her parents tried to shield her from the truth about her origins, but Isadora could feel that there was something different about her. It wasn't until she turned 18 that everything changed.
The sun had just risen, and the sky was painted with shades of orange and pink as Jane stepped out of her car. She took a deep breath, inhaling the fresh air of the countryside. It felt good to be back after all these years. The last time she had visited this place was when she was only ten years old.