All Chapters of The Last Amulet : Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

1. Nadia  I recovered my face with a veil as I walked towards the dawning city, only pausing at the hindrance keeping me from my path. And it was the blasted sun that lapped at my skin like a thirsty hound.  “Aishhh- why now?” I complained, irritated.    The wind was working against me. No, rebelling is a better word. Rebelling, bullying me even. I’m definitely blaming this on my granny. That woman’s up there howling in her seat, watching the sand feast at my life.  I catch my breath and wait a sec to deliberate whether I should just turn back. In that moment of hesitancy, I felt the exposed areas of my body stinging, pulsing in cadence to my anger. Like the wind wasn’t already enough, golden coils of sand lashed at me, leaving cruel marks against my feet. Feet that were pockmarked from the last spasm of bruises and blisters. I regretted every decision that made me live out in th

3. Nadia Her expression changed in the split of a second. I saw her jaw flex and then the narrowed eyes that followed. Either she contemplated on what to do with me, or what to do with the fact that I used magic… if she saw me use it, that is. “You could have just waited for your turn, Nailah!” She screeched as she dragged me by my hair to a dark room. I winced. I was already losing my goddamned hair- wait a damn minute. Now that I think of it, I don’t know why the air became so constricted. Did I make a mistake? I zoned out for a sec. How can I mess up a basic level spell?? I caught Jienna’s shaking hand reaching out, and motioned for her to stay back as she wept, crawling after me. “I’m gonna be fine,” I mouthed at her before turning away. The newcomer didn’t know how things worked at the mansion, especially not about the Madame. Katrina Thelowar abused those she couldn’t rile up, and from her collection of toys, I’m her favourite. “What do you do with my husband in his office,

5. Nadia  “Um, Master Thelowar, I think this is a bad idea.” I fumbled with my fingers as an awful premonition arose within me.  I should’ve left when I had the chance. It’s not like this shi’ is mandatory. Let me recap what happened a few minutes ago… After skipping with glee to the study, a dark premonition came over me. How did I come to this realization? Well, I came to find a very irritating itch on my ass. (No, it’s not because I don’t wash my ass, ‘cus I very much DO). While I stood there, staring at the wall, I peeked around the corner real quick before I rubbed that area. Hallelujah, of all things to happen. It had to be this. I rolled my eyes, continuing my course. My grandmother used to scratch her ass whenever something bad was about to happen, too. Well, at least it’s not my coochie. * cough * * cough * My mother. * cough * * cough * But

7. Nadia  I jolted as the truck passed a bump, making me groan out in pain. The wood must’ve shifted to an awkward angle behind my neck while I was sleeping. As if on cue, I overheard a laugh sound from the drivers upfront, and a wave of irritation shot through me. Those bastards, I cursed before turning my eyes elsewhere.  How strange... I dug around to ease the pressure in my ear. The pain distorted my hearing, which shot a jolt of panic through me. You're so stupid, Nadia. Falling asleep just like that. The voice in my head pinged around like thorns, making me crankier than usual.  A small finger jutted out from under a worn tunic sleeve. It didn’t take long to realize who they aimed the jab towards. “Did you see how she was snoring?” The older of the two boys asked. They snickered, imitating my face rather hideously. I stared at them, blank. Is this your firs

The haze of pain that washed over me disappeared as fast as it came. I rubbed my chest with apprehension, hesitant to move forth with my schedule.  Should I risk it today? I felt for other signs of pain and discovered none. Rather, my urge to leave the hauntingly dark palace roared like fire through my veins. I got up and restored my appearance on the jewel-encrusted mirror hanging on the wall. It leaned against it heavily. Almost as if its bearings were too much for it to hold. The thin mirror was elongated in shape. Rectangular, with tarnished gold rims that emphasized its edges with a vintage appeal. Nonetheless, it looked akin to any other mirror. At least that's what I've been told.  Normal, they say? What a good job I've done then, I thought with some reverence. A few years back I infused concealing magic into the mirror so it performs as a walk-in cell. Years of work