• "F-for free, huh?" Amaya struggled to keep her voice from cracking. She didnt want to tell him why she was wearing her bracelet. It was a special story to her, and she liked to keep it to herself.
    But she had to have that necklace.
    "I'll tell you. Just, sit down. It'll take a while."
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    Cholera was the name of Amaya's mother, as insane as that may seem. Amaya's grandmother named her son Pneumonia, to match. Pneuman for short. Amaya's grandmother was a dark witch, who took joy in the pain of others. She spent her days teaching her children how to conjure mystical things. Cholera once told Amaya that she knew how to make a kitten get three heads. Amaya, though, was not a witch. Cholera had died before she had gotten the chance to pass on her knowledge. So Amaya tried to teach herself, using old magic spell books and old potions hidden away in the closets. The bracelet she wore was found in another oddity shop, but stolen. It was her pride and joy. Whenever Amaya wore it, she felt her body seem to glow from the inside. Sometimes she thought she saw things scurrying around her, always getting out of view right as she looked. This never bothered her much.

    "So you want to use that necklace for...?"
    "I want to turn my mother's urn into a living, breathing body. I want to bring her back to life."