The shop had been long forgotten and abandoned among a small grouping of trees on the outskirts of a budding matropolis. It had been there as long as any child and grandparent of the city could remember, only the elders of the growing working city could remember it ever being open. It had since been made into a ghost house, a breeding point for demons and strange deaths. Most of which was just children fancy, seeing this thing overgrown with plants and turning to dust gave way to boogie men and pranks of knocking on the door. But through the dust caked windows, items of the stores innards could still be see. There were things in there any young mans fancy to go in a steal to brag that he'd been in the ghost store. To emblish that they'd seen the old woman who used to work there Ghost and fought it back nearly loosing their life in the process.
Inside forgotten on the shelf was an orante box, covered with strange writting and glittering marks. A dark near black red wood, embelished with glints of red stones and silver hinges. On the top of the box was a pretty carving in a pale white stone, milky and opal-like of a young girls face, eyes shut serene looking. The hair and lashes of the carving done in a shiny jetblack stone. The lock looked ever simple, though somewhat bellshape, but no manner of prying could ever get the break to loosen, and the key had mysteriously vanished, which is why the box had never sold. But people still felt a draw from it, a calling from the box to pick it up and feel it's strangly heavy pull and light flutter as fingers ran across the smooth surface. People most of which were young men, would find themselves staring at the box or the picture cover, as if someone was calling to them, their lips would move but no words would come, but the box always found it's way back on the shelf, and as long as it was there, it still never gathered dust, nor dulled in shiny and beauty.
It is here the box sat, on the shelf, illuminated by the blue shaft of light through a dust caked window, waiting for it's future to be made, waiting for a key to be found for the lock, and waiting for a owner to keep the box. Or perhaps an owner to keep the mystery that was within it's hallowed walls.
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"Come on girl, aren't you going to try?" the male voice teased behind her. Jerava grumpily pushed her glasses upon her nose.
"I don't see what the big deal is," she replied, to which the small crowd behind her beagn to laugh, somewhat nervously. Jer rolled her eyes and walked forward, her hand brushing the door. Calls of chicken and coward, along with the expected mock-chicken noises made her push the door open with a sigh. What had driven her to this? With a shake of her head, which disturbed some web that Jer quickly got out of her hair, the elf appearing to be human walked into the store, the door creakily closing behind her. Not particularly suprised by this; after all, wasn't that supposed to happen? Jerava surveyed the dusty store. There wasn't much left to take as a 'souvenier;' surely all the best stuff had already been taken? Quickly scanning eyes fell on the box, sitting on a shelf. Jer had to stand on tiptoes to reach it; she wasn't exactly tall anymore. Expecting to have to dust it off, she frowned slightly as she examined it. No dust. How strange. Jer's eyes were caught by the figure carved on the top. Setting the box down carefully on a counter, Jer ran a finger lightly over the girl's face. "Who are you?" she asked softly.
((Wheee.))