It couldn’t be true. But still I saw it: a team of knowledgeable, battle-hardened women, protecting secret treasures of untold power and preserving peace between the Tribes and throughout the Four Realms, and I was one of them, but no one knew! I’d be a spy, a hero, a sage, a fighter-disappearing mysteriously to travel the Four Realms, I’d have to think of quick escapes and solve problems at a moment’s notice...I’d have a secret so profound that not even Lafrindyx could know about it...
Not even Lafrindyx. Not even the princess of Mystic Fire Topaz. Not even my dearest friend.
I had forgotten the box...the box that must have contained the necklace. On a delicate silver chain, almost as thin as one of the hairs that I picked out of the princess’s hairbrush, hung a large heart-shaped pendant carved from mystic fire topaz. A drop of disappointment fell into my stomach. More mystic fire topaz? Everything in our Tribe was made out of that stuff. Couldn’t the Gemkeepers come up with something a little more exciting?
I held the chain above my head so that the pendant dangled right at eye-level. This was the historical artifact, the necklace that was so powerful. I should be able to tell if this was some kind of prank or not, shouldn’t I? I was Mystic Fire Topazian myself. I should be able to recognize a special stone when I saw one...and this one, despite its plainness, did seem very familiar. Where had I seen it before...?
I jumped; the box fell into the pile of mail with a loud crunch. The guard’s cry echoed off of the pristine mystic fire topaz walls and floors, off of the entire palace, off of my very soul. Something was wrong.