What would you do if the world changed at the touch of an artifact? A normal person might freak out and not know what to do, but me I’ve learned to live with my world constantly changing. My reality never being the same because of something I’ve touched. And at first, it was hard to get used to and a little strange, but after years of it I’ve come to love being transported to other times and other worlds—it made life interesting.
It all started when I was thirteen years old. It was my birthday, and I’d been asking my parents for moonstone fairy necklace that I’d seen in the window of the jewelry store. They’d always tell me that it was too expensive and that my birthday was around the corner and I’d have to wait and see if the birthday fairy got it for me—like the birthday fairy actually exists.
My parents threw me a birthday party, and I invited the few friends I had to come over and celebrate. And we had a really great time, but then came the time to open presents and I set myself up for disappointment because all I wanted was that necklace. Everyone sang happy birthday, and I started opening my gifts. My best friend got me a journal with a wolf on it, my other friend bought me a few books that I wanted to read, my grandparents bought me clothes, and lastly I came to my parents present. It was a small box, and I unwrapped it to find a black velvet box inside. I opened the box to see the necklace I’d been asking for over the last few months. It was gorgeous and shiny and I couldn’t wait to put it on.
I unclasped it and pulled my hair back so that I could hook it around my neck. It dangled down and shinned bright in the summer sun and I was the happiest I’d ever been in my thirteen years of life. Everything was perfect. I’d gotten the one thing I wanted for my birthday and my life couldn’t have been better.
It was the next day that everything got weird.