Jamie coughed as the dust in the air hit the back of her throat. The old attic hadn’t been touched since her grandmother’s passing 5 years ago. She blinked and saw old boxes stacked haphazardly; pillars of stuff that needed to be sorted. Jamie noticed that the attic still held the scent of cloves, her grandmother’s favorite scent. She would wear it to ward off evil spirits, that’s what she had told Jamie anyway. Gran always wore a cloth pouch filled with cloves. Jamie smiled. She moved further into the room. She brushed a stack of papers and they slid down to the floor. More dust rising. “Oh boy” Jamie said. She bent down carefully to pick up the scattered papers. Her hands skimmed something cold. She moved a loose paper to reveal a dark metal box. The label read “Sapphire dust” “What could be in here? I wonder” Jamie said to herself. She lifted the latch to find a velvet lined box, smelling heavily of cloves. A blue stone lay at the bottom with a folded note. Jamie picked up the note and read:
“Oh Gran” Jamie thought “Always trying to protect me”. She set down the note and picked up the stone. As she held it in her palm, she felt the stone warm. Jamie noticed that a light had started to shine from the stone. It brightened gradually and spilled over the piles and shelves of her grandmother’s things. Jamie wondered if her eyes were playing tricks on her. Then she heard her Grandmother’s voice
“I always knew you would find magic one of these days”
“Gran?” Jamie called.