Chapter 1 The Jewel
Owen's POV
Many years ago, in the small village of Orion, there lived a powerful, greedy man named Owen. He lived in a lavish mansion and forced most of the village to work for him as servants.
It was said that he had no heart. He gave no ounce of sympathy to his servants, or care to those working in the town. Even his business partners could only feel greed radiating off him.
Sadly, there was only ever one person who Owen loved; His granddaughter, Abigail.
He would spoil her with gifts and affection. No one dared lay a finger on his little princess for fear of what he would do. Not that the villagers would do any to her anyway. From all perspectives, she was a joy to be around and very caring. But if she ever did anything that warranted discipline, no one would have done it for frar of the repercussions.
One day Owen visited Orion's toy maker, who also happened to be a very beautiful witch. Her name was Rebecca.She was well respected throughout the land. She tended to use her magic more for healing, harvest growth, and women who could not have children.
On this day he told her he needed the most beautiful doll anyone had ever seen so he could present it to his granddaughter for her 5th birthday.
Rebecca was happy to do it. She loved seeing people smile, especially little children. She may not have a daughter of her own, but she was hoping that some day she would meet a man and start a family. But for the time being, she was content with her life.
While Owen was making his order, he spotted the breathtaking golden necklace Rebecca was wearing. It had an amethyst jewel in the shape of a heart. The way it sparkled in the lights tugged at his greed. It was gorgeous. The stone called to his soul. There was just something about it that completely captivated him. He knew he had to have it!
"Rebecca, tell me about your necklace. It is beautiful. Where did you get it?" Owen asked as he eyed the jewel lustfully.
"Oh! My amulet has been passed down from mother to daughter for generations," answers Rebecca as she gently caresses the amethyst. "It was enchanted many generations ago by the first witches of our coven. She gave it a strong magic for protection over its wearer. It is my most precious heirloom," she explains.
At hearing of the power the amulet possessed, his hunger for it grew. There was no way he would walk away without it in his possession!
"How much would it cost me to buy such a jewel from you? I will pay any price," cooed the old man expectantly.
"I am sorry, Master Owen, but my amulet is not for sale. I could never part with this until I pass it on down to my daughter," apologizes Rebecca. "However, your doll will be ready to pick up in two days."
She didn't seem the least bit sorry for refusing his offer! Not only that, she acted as if it was some joke and just brushed it off. How dare she not give him what he desired? Everyone knows that he always gets what he wants. And right now he wanted that jewel even more than the gift for his precious granddaughter. He had to have it! Just looking at it had caused a deep obsession within his mind.
Anger seeped into Owen's heart, but did not let it show on his face. Instead, he smiled brightly, "Thank you, Rebecca. Of course I look forward to your creation for my little Abigail. I am sure she will love it! I will be back in a few days, then," and turned from her
As soon as she was out of sight his mind turned over all the possibilities and he plotted as he walked back to his mansion.
If she would not give it to him willingly, then he had no other choice but tot akenit by force! For once he had something in his sight, nothing could stop him from achieving his goal!
Later that night, when the rest of the village was asleep, Owen woke a young servant boy.
"Jasper! Wake. I need you to come with me now," whispered Owen harshly in the boy's ear.
"Yes, Master Owen. What do you want me to do?" the boy asked as he looked out the window at the darkened sky.
"Follow me!" commanded Owen.
Jasper quietly slipped out of bed and followed his master out into the night.
