That was when I heard it. The soft phsssshhh of the golden locket my parents had hung around my neck ever since I had become a curious little girl. I slowly wrapped my chubby fingers around the locket and embraced the warmth of the locket. My hair flew back and my chest burst out, and I muttered a few inaudible words and I thought, I have mastered this skill! and then I flopped back down onto the ground. Ugh. Nevermind. I need a bit more practice until I can fully master this spell. The locket lid slowly lifted open. I stored the most important (small) things in there like the picture of me and my sister before she passed away and the tiny love heart gem my mum gave me.

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Before I knew it, I was held by the arm, flung away and hit my head on a nearby rock, and the lights shut off.