Amulet of the Witch

Amulet of the Witch

last updateLast Updated : 2021-08-26
By:  Amber WithersCompleted
Language: English
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Skiora is a land that is far from the kingdoms and castles filled with knights in shining armour and damsels in distress. Tia is just a modern-day girl from New York who is transported to this realm filled with demons, magic and danger. Will she make it home? Or will possessing a magical amulet lead to a swift end?

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Chapter 1

Prologue

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, so I had to run. I had hoped that once I started attending college my old habits would cease but it just wasn’t meant to be.  

Deciding to accept that I wouldn’t make my lecture I stopped running and stood outside the old college building as it began to snow. Honestly, I dislike the cold, but something about snow itself was quite refreshing. I watched the students and teachers around me bustle, trying their best to maintain a social life and get good grades. 

No longer in a rush, I had turned from Hunter College to walk home only to stop at the convenience store on 2nd Avenue. Buying two sandwiches and two bottles of water, I continued to walk towards the Pulitzer Fountain where I usually run into Shelia. 

Shelia is an older woman with a hunch, tattered grey hair, and two different colored eyes, one of grey despair and the other,  green emerald. I believe it’s called heterochromia iridum. She was often passed and avoided in the street because of how she looked. Her clothing you’d consider quite typical of someone in her position. Of the few jackets she wore all at once, you could tell most were a little too big for her, as were the pants she used from the donations box. I’ve seen her almost every day for the last seven months, ever since she saved my life. I won’t go into details, but it was very heroic and there was no way I’d ever truly repay her for my life. 

Many years ago she lost her home and all her possessions in a fire. She frequently sits by the fountain and it’s where I bring her food when I’m not in classes or working. Shelia is very kind and grateful but doesn’t speak too much, mostly listens.. That day she was a bit more talkative, she told me about the son she once had, a really cheeky boy that was always mischievous but had a good heart when it mattered. She didn’t know what he was doing now, or if he even thought about her. In fact, she assumed her son thinks she abandoned him. It was truly sad, so in return, I told her that I grew up not knowing if I even had any family, although I do consider that the kids I had around me in the orphanage were like my siblings. I’m not sure why I told her about my past. I felt like she needed to know that even without parents I was okay, hopefully implying her son would be too. 

That day I noticed she was shivering a lot so I gave her my red scarf. Shelia asked me why I was kind to her so I told her that everyone deserves a second chance and that I’d be there to see her second chance come along. Of course, I didn’t mean to make a homeless woman cry but at least it showed me she was just as human as everyone else that passed us by. 

In response to what I had said to her, Shelia pulled something off from around her neck and put it around mine. An old rope necklace with a large pendant. It was beyond the description of uniquely beautiful. The large tear dropped shaped amethyst stone encased in a peculiar metal that swirled around it like vines and leaves. I told her that I couldn’t accept anything like this from her but she insisted, and also insisted that I was never to take it off because it would not only help me where I needed it but protect me when I’m scared as well. 

It was a strange request but I didn’t want to refuse an old homeless woman that was just crying minutes before. She thanked me for bringing her food and sitting with her, then told me to go home before it got too cold and I caught a chill. As confusing as the whole situation was, I thanked her and left. I took the usual shortcut home through the park. 

Typically, it was always a bad idea to travel alone through Central Park, but it was the middle of the day and I had nothing to worry about except my own clumsy feet getting stuck in the snow. To state this very clearly, I am a klutz. Floors and walls are my greatest enemies. The building I go to was directly off of Central Park West, actually known as the West Apartments. The outside of the building was rustic but elegant, and if you were a full paying tenant of the building you’d also experience luxury internal designs year-round. But I was not a full paying tenant, and technically I didn’t actually live in the building, but behind it, above a store that sold unusual merchandise - merchandise I’d never ask about no matter how old I got.   

My apartment was small, to say the least. It was the best I could afford between education, busking, and a part-time job, but despite the creaky floors, leaking windows and odd holes in the walls, it was my home. The entry, kitchen and living room were all within the same four walls, which only had one other door which led to my bedroom. Occasionally I don’t turn on my main lights, but a secondary switch I have connected to hundreds of tiny tealights. I had thrown my jacket onto the couch and kicked off my shoes, attempting what I could to relax before needing to get dressed for work in an hour. I sat for about thirty of those minutes at my laptop, continuing the fantasy adventure story I had been writing for the last year or so and posting online for people to read one chapter at a time. I get a lot of good feedback. If you have read any of my previous work, you’ll know that my work is a little juvenile and basic. Don’t worry though, this story is far more entertaining. I had sometimes wished that a publisher might one day pick up my online story and I would be able to afford a better home but I also knew to be realistic. Busking was how I paid my rent most of the time, as I usually got more out of it than my part-time job. I consider myself a rather skilled magician, which is why it was so easy for me to make a lot of money from a cheap set of playing cards. It was a lot of smoke and mirrors honestly. It was one of the older kids in the orphanage that taught me how to perform magic tricks, and I’ve done my best to learn more, but who has the time? I just didn’t have the time to learn. Things were easier back then. 

I’d had a quick shower and fixed my hair into a short ponytail. It wasn’t my intention to cut my hair at my shoulders but honestly, it was my fault for following internet trends. Thankfully, because it was bright and blonde it meant I could pull off most hairstyles, including messy.

That day I managed to make it to work right on time at the convenience store, which resulted in a lot of teasing from my manager.

Day Two

Technically, the end of my shift marked the next day, since it was a little after midnight by the time I had left. I’ll admit it wasn’t the best idea to take another shortcut through the park but I was tired and walking the long way around would take forever

Eleven minutes was not worth the short cut. It was a huge mistake. 

As I walked briskly across the park's dimly lit paths, this guy came out of the nearby bushes and grabbed onto my shoulder bag, insisting I let it go and give it to him. Instinctually I screamed and he yelled to be quiet - but the gun in his hand just made me scream louder. I was the type to panic in such a situation, not at all a tough New Yorker. I wasn’t even trying to hold my bag, it was just stuck around me and my hood was doing a great job of holding on even tighter. 

That’s when he held the gun up to my face. 

That’s when I heard the gun go off.

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love light fantasy and forbidden romances!
2021-08-07 09:26:39
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23 Chapters
Prologue
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,
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Chapter One
I didn’t die there.After the gun went off, I don’t remember hearing or seeing anything else. There was a flash of purple then it all went black, and that’s when I woke up in a very strange place. My initial thought was that I was still in the park only, somehow winter had stopped and the blistering heat of what felt like summer crept in. The sun had shone down at me with unforgiving aggression. I needed shade, and water. I looked down to locate my bag but I didn’t have it, which meant someone had taken my phone as well. That was when I realized there was no path beneath my feet and I couldn’t hear any traffic. The dirt was dry and a little dusty and the tall grass in the small clearing pricked at my legs through my clothes. I needed to get out of the sun.Because of the heat, I wrapped my jacket around my waist. Usually, the conve
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Chapter Two
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
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Chapter Three
Day Three I wasn’t. I opened my eyes to the dawn peering through the one window in this attic, which lit the room enough for me to see that Corvu wasn’t there. Hearing faint voices I get up. The stairs nearby were steep and stretched around a corner, where I slowly waited to hear if it was Corvu’s voice so that I could come out. I didn’t want to meet any unexpected people or creatures.  “Are you sure, boy?” I recognized that voice as the barkeeper. “Amulet’s like that are dangerous, and using them is just as bad.” “I won’t have to use it,” Corvu’s voice responded, “, have you heard how much Daemonaria are willing to pay for an amulet like that?” “What color was it?” “It was an amethyst.” “Hu
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Chapter Four
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
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Chapter Five
Rest doesn’t come easily to the weary. Especially not when it’s disturbed. I awake to Luca yelling at the top of his lungs. Bella must have also fallen asleep because she’s blinking rapidly and pulling out a short sword from the pile of items on the floor. The carriage is halted as she flings the door open. Gecko, who had fallen asleep on my lap gets up, but he’s frightened by what the noise was. I hear the clashing of swords and desperate to make sure Bella was alright I pop my head out of the carriage, only to be very just missed by a flying arrow. Scarcely using the door as a shield I look around. Men with masks were attacking the family, at least six that I could count from the dimly lit lanterns that hung on the carriage and what remained of dusk. It was an unfair number. “Bandits!” Yunda yells, helping his b
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Chapter Six
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
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Chapter Seven
Day Eight  What was that sound?  I lean up, creaking in the cot as I do, to try and listen again. It sounded like crashing...and screaming? The candle that Gecko had lit to keep the bugs away was barely surviving in the night, but I was still able to faintly see. I get up and find my way to Corvu, who was sleeping above the blanket. It is a warm night, but I can’t imagine ever sleeping without a blanket myself.  I nudge his shoulder gently, “Corvu.” I whisper. His eyes open as if he weren’t sleeping at all and leans up on his elbows. Perhaps I’m a little too close to his personal bubble but the noises concerned me, “I think something’s happening outside.” Without speaking he stands up beside me. Giving him room to go around he walks right up to the window. I’m not sure what he expects to see this l
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Chapter Eight
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
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Chapter Nine
The ride leading out of the village was quiet, but that still didn’t help me feel uneasy around the Skelly. Every now and then they would stop eating moss and look up at me with their dead eyes. If I grew up in a village like this one, I would have moved the first chance I got. Perhaps that’s why Corvu left. Looking at him beside me I wonder if it would be rude to ask why he left the family that loved him. It isn’t my business, it really isn’t. “Why did you leave that village?” Smooth, Tia. I really don’t know how to just butt out. He is momentarily surprised by the question but otherwise he sighs and responds, “Aside from very few others, I was the only one that wasn’t human. I just wanted to be somewhere else where everyone was different.” 
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