![]() “Does your mom know you took it?”Ī little prick of guilt needled me. I didn’t even know she owned anything like this.”Īnthony shifted in his seat. “How come the symbols are only along this edge?” Jayme asked turning it back over.Īnthony took it from Jayme and examined both sides. “See these symbols? They’re the same as the ones on the front-sort of.” “No clue.” I reached over the seat and flipped the pendant over before placing it back in her hand. “This is Total Epic Awesomeness! It’s like those baseball cards where the player’s all 3D. Jayme turned it over and examined the holographic inscription on the back. “I borrowed it from my mom’s jewelry box.” I winced at the word “borrowed.” Dad always told us if we took something without asking, it was stealing it didn’t matter the reason. ![]() She tested its weight, bobbing her hand up and down. “It looks cheap.” She flopped her hand over the back of the seat. Each time we met, we brought props to add to our story, hence, the pendant. Turning to me he asked, “Loretta, did you bring something magical?” I swallowed and withdrew it, letting it dangle from the chain. ![]() “Paper and pen?”įrom the back seat, Jayme waved them at Anthony. What would happen next?Īnthony stopped his Mustang next to our favorite picnic tables in the center of Show Low City Park. We had plenty of time, but we were stuck on this particular chapter. Our goal was to finish the story before graduation, which loomed less than two years away. He’d better appreciate what I’d done to procure this treasure… for the sake of the story we were writing.Īnthony, Jayme, and I were somewhere in the fifteenth chapter of at least the one hundredth revision of Mystic’s Tale, the story we’d begun in elementary school. I glanced at my best friend, and Anthony smiled back at me. The stones lay embedded in the strange metal like drops of hard candy. One, two, three, four-each gem a different color. I let the chain wrap around my fingers and ran my thumb over the center gem before counting the ones nestled into the scallops around the edge. It was easy to pretend the pendant might have come from some magical realm, given to my mother by the queen fairy herself. I always had an affinity for the delicate creatures, and sometimes I pretended they were fairies when they landed on my sleeves and in my hair. The pendant looked like a half of a butterfly wing with a green gem crowded against where the thorax would be. My execution would happen only if she figured out it was missing. Her pendant lay tucked in my hand inside my sweatshirt pocket, and I was tucked safely in Anthony’s Mustang. ![]() I tried to swallow past the dryness in my mouth. Chapter 1 I, Arietta, keeper of the dragon wing… ![]()
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