Trinity High (Book 1 of the Trinity Series)

Chapter 7

I beamed widely at my reflection.

"Are you happy with them? They aren't too tight or loose?" Kara asked.

"They're perfect. Thanks so much," I replied, turning to face the lady that owned the eyeglasses shop in the little town that was a few miles from Trinity.

"It's strange, but you seem to be one of the few people that can pull off glasses like those," she told me as I continued to grin toothily into the mirror. It felt so good not to have to wear contacts anymore.

"Thanks," I replied. I turned around and then paid her, thanking her again before walking out into the chilly October air.

Now I had to buy my dress.

I walked around aimlessly, not really knowing where I was going and what kind of shop I was looking for. I walked to the far part of the plaza, away from where all the students were. This part of the plaza looked older and more run-down, but there were shops here, nonetheless. I walked into a rather antique looking shop with no name. When I opened the door, wind chimes clashed against each other, creating a simple chime.

I peered around the shop, amazed at its interior. It was so different looking, so ancient. I felt like I had walked right into one of those shops they have on TV shows that ends up being a portal to a new land or something.

There was an aged rug on the ground. The pattern was nearly discernable because it was so dirty. I peered closer and my eyes followed the faded lines, linking them together into a shape I recognized. It was the symbol again; my mother's tattoo. I blinked and looked harder, confused. Why was this symbol popping up all over the place?

I tore my gaze from the rug and began examining the items on the shelves. There were various little glass bottles in an array of sizes and colors and shapes. They looked delicate and shimmered in the dim light that poured through the windows. There were also little figurines and differently shaped glass object. I touched one of them. It was smooth and painted orange and red and yellow. I picked it up and examined it. It looked like a flame.

There were some other shelves that had incense candles and sticks on them, with black and white stones that looked so strangely unnatural. There were also several candles and what looked like bags of dried leaves. I picked one of the bags up and the leaves inside it crunched.

On the counter,  there was a beautiful pendant necklace. I that had the shape of what looked like a tear drop. I picked this up, highly intrigued by it. I looked at it closely and saw the intricate wave and droplet patterns that were carved into the smooth glass. I was absolutely fascinated by the beauty of it as I ran my fingers over the glass.

"It's pretty, no?" I heard a voice say. I let out a high-pitched yelp and nearly dropped the delicate necklace from my fingers. I turned to see an older woman, who was tall and slender with long, white-blonde hair. I gasped when I saw her eyes. They were the most magnificent shade of violet. I took in a sharp breath. Violet eyes? It had to be contacts.

The woman was standing partially in the shadows but stepped out into the full light. Her eyes shone like gems as she took in my appearance.

"Caley Lucia. I was wondering when I would get to meet you," she said, a small smile on her lips. I took a step back, setting the necklace down. I swallowed. How on earth did she know my name?

"H-how do you know who I am?" I asked. The woman blinked and then her eyes wandered to an old calendar on the wall.

"Ah, yes. The night of the Yellow Moon is next week," she said to herself. I frowned. The night of the Yellow Moon? What was she talking about? I furrowed my brow at her and deduced that she was some crazy lunatic lady that had been smoking the herbs in her shop for too long. My suspicions were soon confirmed when she looked at me and smiled brilliantly, the wrinkles around her eyes crinkling.