• The old man rubbed his stubbly beard thoughtfully. "Listen, you're not going to make that happen using that," he pointed to the necklace, "that's used for healing. Not resurrection." Amaya's shoulder's sagged, feeling horrible. "I can get you something that might work, however." His voice brightened up quickly, exciting Amaya.

    "Follow me."
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    Imagine a princess, stuck in a tower. She waits for her prince to come, knowing he will one day. He has to come. Everyone tells her he will. Everyone tells her he already has, in her heart. But her dream of him fades, slowly. Her mind doesn't focus on him anymore. Her mind focuses on what she has lost, in waiting for the prince. Now the prince does not matter to her. Now she spends her life trying to regain all that she lost in her ignorance.


    There- hanging in a picture frame, is a gossamer coated palm leaf. It sits nestled next to a dragon scale, shimmering in the small light coming in from the window. Slowly, a very bewildered girl stepped into a dimly lit room. There was one window, and one bed. On the wall hung what she couldn't keep her eyes off of. The palm leaf. The dragon scale. An old man stood in the center of the room, smiling at her amazement.
    "That... thats what i-"
    "That's what you need, Amaya. That is your key to resurrection."
    Eyes widened, mouth agape, she warily stepped closer to the picture frame. It took all her willpower to keep herself from tearing it off the wall and running. But she stayed put, staring.
    "But before I let you have it, you must do me a favor." The man's smile widened as Amaya turned her head to him in confusion. She took a step toward him warily.
    An old oddity shop man- more than twice Amaya's age. Amaya lost her breath as he swept her from her feet, grabbing her by the waist.
    "Amaya..."
    "How do you know my name?" Amaya said, though more thoughts than that were racing through her head. What was he going to do to her? Amaya had more than one thought.
    Suddenly, he kissed her neck in a wave of passion, and Amaya couldn't hold herself from crying out. She had closed her eyes when she cried, but when she opened them again, she saw a young man.
    He looked to be about the same age as Amaya- 16. He stood once more, smiling still.
    "You have released me, Amaya. Thank you."
    She looked into his eyes and saw raw and utter passion. She couldn't help herself.
    She kissed him.