The Necklace

     People say that Fyora the Faerie Queen made it as a gift to a friend, only it possessed too much power and she got rid of it. Others say it was created by dark magic and was thought to be destroyed. Others say it was just a normal necklace that had a spell cast on it.

     Still, the necklace was dangerous and evil. It seemed to be living and breathing. It had a twisted and warped personality and would drive you mad. It had done that to many people before. No one knows how it does it or when it was made, but it was hidden to never be found, but it was found, and it has worked its evil on many.

     Still, no matter what anyone does. That green gem will glow, no matter what you try to do to stop it.

      *

     A young Quiggle found it in the woods.

     A storm had started outside and he had been forced to take refuge in a cave as the storm howled outside, filling the sky with the music of thunder and the flashes of lightning. The Quiggle lit his candle and looked at the hollow empty cave. It seemed to go on for miles so the young, green Quiggle, who had nothing else to do, marched off into the darkness, with only a glowing candle to lead the way.

     The cave grew darker and shorter and soon the Quiggle had to crouch, even though he was short. The Green Quiggle thought that perhaps he should turn back, for he was growing fearful that the candle would go out, but something seemed to be calling him, beckoning him closer, so he trudged on, cold and scared.

      Soon, the cave came to an end and the Quiggle could see writing on the wall. It was written in blood, deep and red, and he shivered, but could read the fading, messy letters.

     “Turn back, it's mine,” the Quiggle read, holding the candle to the light. The Quiggle looked down and let out a girlish shriek at what he saw. There were bones on the floor. Someone’s dead bones, and he could see that they were clutching something.

     The Quiggle brushed away the bugs and rotting grass and decay that had grown on the Neopet. The Quiggle could still see the clothes it had worn. They seemed old-fashioned and the Quiggle realized that the person must’ve been sitting here, rotting for years.

     Yet, there was something in his hands and the Quiggle tried to loosen the grip it had on it. He was surprised to see that the bones had a death-grip on it, as if it hadn’t wanted to ever let it go, even if he died. With effort he finally got it out, although the bones fell apart into a small pile of dust as he got what was in his hand.

     He gasped at the necklace in his hands. It was lovely and seemed to be glowing. It wrapped him up and bound him tight. The necklace was so delicate, beautiful, and so breathtaking that the Quiggle clutched it, just as the former owner had done. He never wanted to let it go.

     As the storm finished the Quiggle began to walk away, his candle almost out of wax, clutching the necklace, never taking his eyes off of it. It was speaking to him, telling him to not let anyone separate him. He nodded and smiled a mad grin.

     By the time he arrived home, it had stopped raining, but his mother scowled him for scaring her like that. He nodded, all the while not letting his mother see the precious necklace. He knew that she would try to take it away. He marched up to his room, staring out his window at his town of Neovia.

     “They’ll never ever split us up,” he muttered in a mad voice. He let out a laugh and then thought of how much of a maniac he sounded like. He put down the necklace and left it there, telling himself that no one would take it.

     He went downstairs to eat dinner, somehow keeping his mind off of the necklace. Yet he still ran upstairs to make sure it was okay. But there was his sister, admiring herself in the mirror, with the necklace around her neck.

     “Don’t I look pretty?” the Ixi said to her brother.

     The Quiggle let out a scream of anguish and tore it off of her neck. She cried out in alarm as the clasp gave way and it was suddenly off her neck and in his hand.

     “Don’t ever touch my stuff!” he screamed.

     “Why do you even have it? Necklaces are for girls. Besides it smells bad,” she replied, crinkling her nose in disgust.

     The Quiggle reached out and slapped her across the face. She cried out in pain and her eyes welled up in tears, her lower lip trembling.

     “Don’t insult her!” he screeched.

     “Mama!” the Ixi called, running downstairs, tears flying down her face, hair flapping in the wind. The Quiggle realized what he did and felt sorry for slapping her; he hadn’t meant to.

     She insulted me, the necklace seemed to be saying. She deserved it, the necklace said. The Quiggle nodded and stroked it tenderly.

     “Yes, you are beautiful,” he muttered.

      *

     The little Ixi soon saw how obsessed her older brother was with the necklace. Sure, it was beautiful, but it seemed that he went everywhere with it, trying to hide it from everyone, always stroking it when no one was looking. But she saw how he talked to it, polished it, and treated it as if it was the loveliest thing ever. Sure, it was pretty, but not enough to be that obsessed with, she thought to herself.

     So one day she confronted her mother about it after seeing her brother stroking it and calling it beautiful. This had gone too far.

     “Mother?” she asked one day as they cleaned off the dishes after dinner.

     “What is it, darling?” she asked.

     “Well, I’ve seen Garrett with a necklace and he seems to be obsessed with it; I mean, he talks to it, Mother. Then he goes around yelling at me if I even look at it. It also looks very expensive, so I was just wondering if you could talk to him about it,” she said.

     “Of course,” her mother replied as she finished the dishes. “I’ll speak to him about it right now, in fact.”

     Her mother marched upstairs after putting the dishes away. Garrett was in his room sitting on his bed, staring out the window, stroking the necklace that was in his hand.

     “Garrett?” his mother asked and he quickly hid the necklace and placed it behind his back, praying that she would not see it. “Garrett, love, what do you have in your hand?”

     “I have nothing, Mother,” he replied, placing the necklace under his pillow.

     “Your sister told me very interesting things about you and a necklace. I’d just like to talk to you about them,” she said calmly.

     “What?” he asked. His heart skipped a beat and he froze. She couldn’t find out about his precious. Why had his sister been such a snitch. He tried to act calm. “What are you talking about, Mother?”

     “I’m talking about a necklace you own, although I’ve never seen it. Your sister seemed genuinely concerned. Might I see it?” she asked.

     “No!” he suddenly snarled, grabbing the necklace from under his pillow. “No! It’s mine and neither you nor anyone else is going to take it away!” he screamed.

     “Garrett! Garrett! Stop that now; you’re scaring me. I don’t want to take it away! No one is going to make you give it away. I just wanted to ask you where you got it,” his mother replied, obviously surprised at his outburst.

     “I’m sorry, Mother,” he replied, biting his lip. He couldn’t believe what he had done. “I don’t know what came over me. I bought it at a pawn shop. I just couldn’t resist; it was so pretty,” he lied.

     “Okay, Garrett, that’s all I wanted to know. Good night now,” she replied, kissing him on the forehead and walking out the door.

     The whole time the Ixi had been listening and she stayed as her mother walked away. She watched as her brother uncurled his webbed fingers and kissed it, softly and lovingly. She slowly walked away, frightened by his new behavior.

     “Mother! He just kissed it! Did you not see the way he screamed at you also? It is an unhealthy relationship,” she pleaded to her mother.

     “Garrett is fine; now stop asking,” her mother would reply impatiently every time she asked.

     Day after day she pleaded with her mother, who paid no attention.

     Soon Garrett had bloodshot eyes and spoke to no one. Whenever he went to school, his hand was around the necklace and he snapped at any of his friends whenever they asked him something. He soon grew away from the world, locking himself in his room, always tired and tense, his grades becoming poor.

     The one day his little sister took it into her own hands. Her mother saw little change in Garrett and her father grew tired of her always bickering about him. No one could see how Garrett had changed.

     So one day she set off to school, as usual, walking off with Garrett, who was constantly muttering to himself. She walked to school with him; he only spoke to the necklace, as he had been doing for the last few weeks, not even acknowledging her existence.

     Then as they entered the schoolyard she picked up a snowball and hurled it at his head.

     It hit him and he fell, a look of surprise on his face. Soon, as she expected, others had joined in the snowball fight and the teachers rushed out to stop it, only to find that they were targets themselves. Soon there was confusion and Garrett was on the floor, frantically searching for his necklace in which he had dropped. Only, he would never find it.

     She was already half-way to the Second Hand Shoppe and she ran as fast as she could, praying that Garrett wouldn’t find her. By the time she got to the second hand Shoppe she was out of breath and the necklace was in her hand. She dared not look at it, knowing that it would do to her what it had done to her brother.

     Put me down! it seemed to yell. She was startled. She stepped into the second hand Shoppe, walking in, pretending she was browsing. Then she quickly found a loose floorboard and dropped the necklace in there.

     You will pay, it seemed to scream. You will regret this. She simply walked out of the Shoppe, bidding the shopkeeper a good day, and marched off to do her business, not giving it a second thought.

     Garrett, though, seemed to be a lost cause. He locked himself away for weeks, refusing to eat or drink, growing frail and crying for his necklace. Years later, though, he was still in his state, hardly eating, muttering for his necklace. His mother finally did take notice and tried to take care of him, willing her old Garret to come back.

     His sister realized that although she had separated him from the necklace and made him miserable, he would’ve been a mad person if she hadn’t. She knew that the necklace would’ve made him cruel and greedy and would’ve worked him until his death. This, though, was not much better. This was not the Garrett she knew. Still, the necklace could’ve done very bad things, although it had already scarred him enough.

     Things would never be normal, that was true, but it was better without the necklace. At least it was gone.

     But the necklace is still waiting, glowing a deep green, waiting for its next prey, waiting to work its revenge on the one who made it fail its job. It was under the loose floorboard, glowing, hoping it would be found one day.

The End

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