DAISY'S POV

I reached the old cemetery just as the blood moon hit its highest point in the sky. The whole world was bathed in red light, and I could feel dark magic thick in the air like smoke.

The cemetery was old - older than the town, older than my father's castle. The headstones were worn smooth by centuries of weather, and most of the names had been erased by time.

As I crept between the headstones, trying to stay hidden while I figured out what was happening, I began to notice things that made my skin crawl. The symbols carved into some of the stones weren't Christian crosses...