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He teased, rolling the long sleeves of his shirt up to his elbows as he took the chair beside me. “Well, then enlighten me. How do I get the damn door to shut?” “You won’t close the door by straining yourself, or by forcing your magic. It’s yours, Rachel. The amulet is a relic that enhances and focuses it. There isn’t a step-by-step guide, it’s instinctual. You’re just not letting yourself feel it.” The understanding in his voice made my witty reply fade on my tongue.

His fingers were soft and warm and slender, and they fit perfectly between mine. The shop smelled like incense and old books, a smell that I always liked; and with the aisles so narrow, we were practically pressed up against one another. Another shiver ran up my spine at the sensation of his body brushing up against me. I stopped in front of a shelf containing various jewelry; silver rings, charm bracelets, and even amulets. One particular amulet caught my eye, and I reached out to take it down and look at it more closely. An idea came to me then; this would suit Adrian well, and I recognized it immediately as a good luck charm for warriors.

I carefully flipped through the delicate pages until I found what I was looking for. And there it was. Alpha Nixon had written about the adaptability of Phoenix Fire, how it was capable of giving life or taking it—purification or destruction. The journal mentioned how it was multifaceted. It could, as he put it, be dialed by one’s intent. The next page contained what I was looking for. There was a sketch of a special amulet with a triangular gem that was cradled in obsidian. A handwritten note sat beside it and read, ‘Tanzanite, conduit of balance—only this may harness both sides of the flame with equal measure.’

The piano fell into the hands of a piano dealer. The third item was the “Dragon’s Breath Enamel Vase.” I wasn’t particularly interested in porcelain, just appreciating it from a distance. The auction was in full swing. The next item, the “Heart of the Ocean Necklace,” caught everyone’s attention. It was a diamond necklace sparkling with blue light, symbolizing the depth and mystery of the ocean. Axel turned to me, his eyes filled with anticipation. “Amelia, what do you think of this necklace?” “It’s beautiful,” I nodded.

Against my better judgment, I stand and walk over to the case. The amulet glows brighter as I approach. It's beautiful. Silver metal shaped like a crescent moon, with intricate engravings covering its surface. And it's calling to me. I can feel it. Like my mark recognizes it somehow. I reach out carefully and touch the glass case. The moment my fingers make contact, the amulet flares with brilliant silver light. So bright that everyone in the hall turns to look. Conversations stop. Food is forgotten. All eyes on me and the glowing artifact.

So Krystal made a visit to the pagoda to check on her problem or this wonderful opportunity. After going through a number of books, he was so depressed. She couldn’t find anything at all so she spoke out loud hoping to check if the pagoda can automatically give her an answer. Luckily for her, a book floated right in front of her. She paid a crystal for the book and took it back to her suite where she began to read. According to the book, a person possesses roots or a certain body physique. There were all kinds of roots that a person can possess like fire, water, earth and metal.

Blade if you want to get technical. A claw from my index finger extended and slit the box open, revealing a stack of leather-bound books. I ran a finger over the top one as if it were something delicate and precious. It wasn’t. Not in the least. But I was intrigued by them, by what this Shayna had accomplished and how she was able to configure and construct the inhibitors with her gift of alchemy. Tala was unsure if her late sister had been part witch or not. In my experience, which wasn’t much except for what I had read, anyone who possessed a gift of alchemy was a witch - Whether be metal, blood, nature, or something else.

Remove the impurity and cleanse my soul. The amulet begins to glow the moment I say the words, and my body begins to vibrate. The amulet feels like it’s alive in my hand. Almost like I’m holding a beating heart. It’s seriously disconcerting. Taking the amulet by the chain, I let it slide down my hand and dip it into the angel fire. The water bubbles around the amulet and begins to glow with a blinding blue light. Blinking back, I lift the amulet up and run my gaze over it. The jewel in the middle is no longer red but a bright blue. Its light illuminates the room with its potent glow.

she inquired, her voice carrying a blend of anticipation and eagerness. Valen's eyes twinkled as he began to unravel the mysteries. "This amulet," he gestured to the artifact in his hand, "is a conduit of communication a link between the wielder and the very essence of the realm. It can amplify one's connection to the threads of fate, allowing them to navigate the currents of destiny with greater clarity."

‘Strong, hard-working hands…’ She murmured, toying with one of the pendants around her neck. “You’ve got old magic in your blood. Passed down through your lineage, I recon.” She said, turning to rummage through a large tote bag she had placed on the couch. A dainty looking amulet was shoved in my face, the chain thin and gold as it caught the light. “Take this and wear it. The stones inside are quartz and citrine. It’ll help focus your thoughts and strengthen your magic. Had you have been trained, that dark witch wouldn’t have dared step inside your household. Whoever she was, she was relying on your inexperience.”