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Recently, Margie’s magical gifts had taken a shift, and she did not know what to make of what was happening to her. For the last five years, Margie’s grandmother had been saying, “Return to our family’s ancestral home. It will hold all the answers in which I have been unable to provide you with.” Alyndra was her paternal grandmother, all she had known since she was about four years old.
Margie knew her parents had died in a fire, that only she had managed to survive. Her grandmother was always evasive about it and Margie could tell it pained her grandmother to talk about it, so she never pushed for more details. Though, Margie had secretly done her own research to better understand what had happened to her parents. However, Margie could never find anything more than a newspaper article that read “Only child, magically survives fire without any harm. Her only surviving family declines to make a statement and requests to remain anonymous.”
Margie knew her grandmother wanted to protect her from gossip that may follow her into her school years, as she frequently said, “people talk.” However, there was always a longing, to better understand and know her parents. Her grandmother often shared stories of her own childhood and would say how much Margie resembled her mom with her fair complexion, crystal blue eyes, and golden-silver hair.
The thought made Margie reach for her mother’s locket, that her father had gifted to her mother on their wedding day. It had been his grandmother’s locket that his mom passed down to him. After putting it around her neck and fastening it, Margie opened the locket and saw her parents smiling from either side of the heart. She had her mother’s fair looks, and her father’s goofy grin and sense of adventure, based on all the stories her grandmother had shared with her over the years.
A single tear rolled down her cheek and onto the Celtic symbols inscribed in the center of the locket. Suddenly, the symbols on the locket began to move to form a new inscription. Margie recognized that inscription. She had seen it someplace before. Instinctively Margie went over to the bedside table and picked up the book, “Timeless Tales.” Sure enough, the symbols matched the pattern that was boldly engraved in the center of the book’s cover beneath the title. Margie felt a rush of warmth all around her, and Nutmeg was frozen in mid-stretch. Margie swooped Nutmeg into her arms, and the feeling seemed to ease away. Nutmeg began to fidget in her tight embrace. Margie took a deep centering breath and headed straight to the attic with Nutmeg and the book in her arms.
Oh how fun this story is becoming, new twists and turns seem to keep popping up in my mind. I hope you enjoy the touch of love, family, history, and magic that are intertwined.