The Violet Amulet: Chapter 11

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So, my Friday afternoon was a total bore. I started packing, but it took longer than I wanted it to because I kept stopping in front of my mirror, expecting to magically change again. I haven’t seen my crow around since last night. Of course, now that I think of it, I haven’t seen the amulet since last night, either. I just shook my head, not wanting to think of anything. So, now instead of going to an awesome concert, I am going to Russia to be a pawn in the war. I shook my head again and stood in the middle of my room. I sighed and exited my room, going into Jeremy’s room to get the tickets.

                It is weird being in here…The room is full of negativity. I ran a hand through my hair and ventured forward to the bed. I was a step away from the bed when I fell to my knees, clutching my head. My body was tense with agony and my breath was ragged. A pain that had started at the back of my head moved up to the back of my eyes. My vision had started to fade as my hands fell from my head. When my sight has returned, I wasn’t in Jeremy’s room, but in a huge courtroom full of people. I had started to speak, but it wasn’t my voice.

                “I am furious at you all! We are months away from the war and none of you has found the Princess!” Her voice was powerful without any help of microphones.

                “I had expected highly of my Warriors, but no. Every one of you has failed me! The Princess must be found within three days. If she isn’t found, you all will pay!” And with that, she had stormed off the stage.

                I was then forced out of that room and back into the room I was actually in. The pain in my head had faded and my vision was clearer than ever. What the fuck just happened? I shook my head and stood up; retrieving the plane tickets from the bed, then hurried back to my room to finish packing.

                “Okay, I had somehow witnessed something that wasn’t even near me. Ugh, these last twenty-four hours have been weird.” I said out loud, merely thinking.

                “And who is the ‘Princess’? Well, whoever she is, she sounds really, really important.” I entered my room, tickets in my hand and a determined expression of my face.

                “I will leave tomorrow morning, find the ‘Spiritias’ and my birth parents.” Not a great plan, but at least I had somewhat of a plan.

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