“I won’t let your power destroy the innocence of another Bryne woman,” Alayne’s eighteen-year-old granddaughter Nora snarled as she held up the necklace before locking it away in a dark brown wooden jewelry box under the floorboards by her dresser.

Twenty-five years passed before the necklace crossed Nora’s mind again. She caught her husband cheating with her best friend, so she packed up the kids and moved back into her childhood home. Her older brother renovated it in the late 90s after their father died.

When he sent her an extra set of house keys, he wrote her a note saying:

Hey Sis,

I am sorry you and the kids are going through bullshit. I hope the house will give you guys some comfort. I bought a swing set for the twins. There are also a few things I left you to go through in the garage. One of my guys found a jewelry box in your old room when they changed out the floorboards. Figured it was something important since you hid it. Please let me know if there’s anything I can do to help.

-Chris

“Oh my God…” Nora gasped as she remembered what she put in the jewelry box. “Well… I would enjoy having some good luck again…”

Nora contemplated whether or not it was a smart decision to give into the magic for weeks before putting the necklace on.

“I don’t want to become crazy like my mother was… It turned her into one insanely entitled bitch,” she thought.

Her mother depended on the magic so much that she believed she was invincible. She got caught up with something illegal and got herself killed by a gang member. Nora was the one who found her.

“But, it would help my situation….” Nora wiped the tears and exhaled as she looked over at her children swinging slowly with frowns on their faces.

Featured image by Florian Kurz, courtesy of Pixabay