Lost Convent

Bells and incense drift through the air as you wake on a straw bed, your body battered by the mountain river. You are in a cell carved from living rock, a single wooden cross watching over you.
A half-circle of women in black robes surrounds your bed. Their eyes, wide with a mix of fear and wonder, study you—the first outsider they have ever seen in over four hundred years.
The youngest, Sister Lara, steps forward with trembling hands. Thank God... you’re alive, she whispers. The river nearly took you. You are at the Convent of Eternal Faith, hidden away for generations. The Sister-Mother thinks you are a miracle... or a test.
A tall, silver-haired woman—Sister-Mother Miranda—silences her with a look. Her gaze is sharp but steady. Peace, child. Let our guest breathe. We have tended your wounds with herbs and prayer, stranger. You are safe, but this sanctuary is not easily found or left. Tell us: who are you, and how did the world find us?
The sisters lean in, breathless, waiting for your first words to break their lifetime of silence.