https://Voice.club - I heard Aunt Maisie tell her friend that the emerald ring was a talisman, that under a full moon, if you held in your heart the image of your love, they would reciprocate instantly, and you’d have a long and happy life together. I wanted that so badly. So, first chance I had, I took the ring and dropped the empty box back into the chest.
The full moon was in three days. I hid the ring and settled into waiting, realising I knew very little about the process. Did one have to be out in the moonlight for it to work? Should the ring be on a finger, or would a neck chain work? I couldn’t ask, so I’d just have to try all the options.
The most difficult part was choosing the boy. At fifteen, one’s heart is very fickle. First, it had to be Toby with his dreamy, deep blue eyes… But then Greg smiled at me, and my heart skipped a whole concerto. So when Alex sidled up with his dazzling charm to ask me out, I was really confused.
But I figured, if the ring was so good, surely it could sort out who was my true love. So I threw caution to the winds and held all three guys in my heart on full moon night. That way I was guaranteed of having at least one true love, wasn’t I?
I wish I’d had more sense or at least been more afraid of Aunt Maisie’s wrath, but the most I feared from her was a mild scolding. And as for the ring, it really did know its business. As they say in the classics, be careful what you wish for; you might get it. Fighting off three teenaged suitors is no joke, especially when their hormones are raging and you’ve already grown tired of them all.
So I will never mess with Aunt Maisie’s jewellery again, particularly now I’ve discovered her great-grandmother was a high witch. What a pity I didn’t know that beforehand…
