Amulet of the Witch

I’m going to tell you a story. Normally, I’d tell you not to believe a word I say, but I promise you, every word is true. It’s also the reason you will never see me again. So, right down to its core, this is the story of how I died.   Let me start at the beginning.   Day One Running late was almost expected of me.  I thought I had found the perfect routine, but I still end up late. Late to every lecture, appointment, or interview. It wasn’t my fault, really. Something always happened. The day this all started, the subway had stopped unexpectedly and everyone on the subway was stuck for twelve minutes. Afterward, it was a mad rush to exit the station; I got my scarf caught on the escalator railing which pulled me down, and none of the taxis would stop for me,

The outfit that Patricia gave me was not flashy at all. A pair of lightly colored breeches and tan boots, paired with a white tunic and a darker tanned vest to accompany it. She had also given me a sage cloak in the event I felt cold. I was lucky in a way my hair was naturally blonde, it blended in well with the outfit overall. Regardless of how beautiful it was, I kept the amulet tightly tucked under the vest as per Patricia’s warning.  Corvu kept his word. He took me to a place with a painted blue wooden sign that read ‘The Dragon's Keep’.  “This place is also an Inn.” He says to me as he opens the large wooden door to a bustling tavern. If I didn’t know any better, I’d say I was about to be welcomed by the innkeeper to begin an adventure or quest.  “Welcome!” I jumped, not expecting the bartende

After he teaches me how to build a fire, I tell him about what happened, leaving out some of the details like the amulet, but the kid was smart and figured out that's what it was, he’d heard many tales about it from the elders in his village. He told me if he ever had an amulet with that kind of power, he would take it to a Wizard, because trinkets like that are very dangerous in the wrong hands. Pixies are meant to start living on their own at the age of ten, because they are so used to living in forests and living off nature that provides for them. He told me about the Pixies, how as they grew older they could grow their wings, but only some of them, and no one really knew why but bravery was a key factor. Pixies are one of the few creatures aside from Elves that frequently work alongside humans, as they look so normal they were never part of the war the humans set on the Daemonaria. So I guess after all that, I did make a friend that was will

This city was nothing like the last one. In fact, I’d almost confuse it with a trip down an old street in the middle of London - at least the ones I’ve seen in movies. The buildings seemed to be made of something that was similar to bricks, plastered, with stained glass windows on every home. The narrow pathway into the main city square proved to be a bit of a trial. The stones that made the ground beneath me were charcoal in color and by no means were they smooth or laid neatly. In awe of the buildings around me, I must have tripped and stubbed my toes a half dozen times. The boots made it a less painful experience. The main square was beautiful. There are garden boxes laid about with colorful flowers, the shapes of which I have never seen. The flowers that glowed a little red reminded me of candles, I almost thought that if I touched it I might get burnt. Giggling at the thought my atte

As we get closer to the next village, I notice more people on the paths. They’re just not heading in any particular direction. “We’re here, we will just stop for food then keep going.” Corvu states. I nod, but looking around I don’t see any walls, gates or guards. In fact all I see is woodland covered completely in moss. The only thing that wasn’t covered in moss was the dirt path which some ago had turned into mostly sand. I watch Gecko riding in front, looking very excited to be exploring new lands. I put a hand to my chest and felt the amulet sitting beneath my tunic. I can’t believe such a small piece of jewelry causes so many problems. “See that boy?” Corvu asks me, pointing into the forest. I couldn’t see what he was talking about at all. “Look at the boulder.” He says. That’s when I see him. The boy in question looke