Whispers between worlds

wing faintly as if alive. Her instincts told her to hide it, yet

ning, the voice from the shard echo

n her bag before heading out to the town library. If anyone knew about strange artifacts, it woul

ood filling the air. Mrs. Hawthorne was perched behind the c

antly, "do you know anything about

rowing behind her glasses. "Mirrors?"

bag. She had sketched some of the symbols from the wooden box

per for a long moment. "These are old runes," she said

ey mean?" E

rning. Sometimes both." She glanced at Elena

p at my door,"

"Be careful," she said quietly. "Som

ed inside, his tall frame casting a long shadow across the floor. He wo

. She didn't know why, but s

to a faint smile, but it didn't reach his eyes.

thorne s

d her bag ti

"I believe you have somethin

"I don't know what y

s smile widening. "The shard. Han

y. "How do you k

at matters is that it's dangerous, a

, placing herself between Elena and the man.

kened. "Stay out of this

ushing against the shard. The moment she touched it, a wave o

ut behind her, but she didn't look back. Her feet pounded against the pavement a

in the forest at the edge of town. The trees loomed tall

whispered. "You mus

whispered bac

e voice said. "Fi

nt, a branch snapped nearby. She t

erged from the shadows, his

id, his voice cold. "Give me the

d tightly. "Why do you

o everything. And in the wrong hands..."

d began to glow. The light grew brighter and b

, the man was gone-a