The Mystic Chronicles: Locket Elizabeth Hawkins
The Mystic Chronicles: Volume One
Elizabeth Hawkins
Copyright © 2020 by Elizabeth Hawkins
Chapter|One
Chapter|Two
Chapter|Three
Chapter|Four
Chapter|Five
Chapter|Six
Chapter|Seven
Chapter|Eight
Chapter|Nine
Chapter|Ten
Copyright © 2020 by Elizabeth Hawkins
Publisher’s note: All rights reserved. No part of this book may be reproduced or used in any manner without written permission of the copyright owner except for the use of quotations in a book review. Any references to historical events, real people, or real places are used fictitiously. Names, characters, and places are products of the author’s imagination.
Book design by Elizabeth Hawkins
Cover design by Elizabeth Hawkins
Author’s Note
This book is for the dreamers. For those who live inside their heads. For those who have created an entire world inside of their minds, and disconnect from reality often. Yes, fantasy is a popular genre. Yes, there are themes in my book that have probably been done before. But I wrote this book for me. For younger me. The me, that would spend hours in her room writing and falling asleep on her bed and waking up writing and editing all over again. This book is for the eight-year-old who fell in love with the world of reading, and thought to herself that one, day, she would be doing the same thing. This book is not only for those who have dreams, but it's for the little girl inside of me, the little girl from the past who’d always wanted to become an author, and to have people fall in love with her words. I’ve never cared about anything more in my life than writing or this book, or this story. This book, we’re married to each other. Writing is the one thing that makes me feel okay, even if my life is a mess of chaos. Writing never leaves me. Writing is who I am, and it's all I'll ever be. Writing defines me. It's my safe place. A world that I've created, that nobody ever knew about. My writing is a world that only I feel like I'll ever understand. Truth is, I'm afraid of publishing this book. Afraid of people disliking it. Afraid of getting no reads at all. Afraid of people not finishing it. Being forgotten from history. I’m also afraid of tarantulas. The dark. The list goes on. But I'm not publishing this out of fear. I’m publishing this to free this story from my mind. It always finds a way to creep into my thoughts, late at night. The characters, they speak to me. The story, it screams. Screams for it to be released. And this may sound crazy, but after all, it's me.
Chapter|One
The room felt quiet.
A quiet, that she was used to. A quiet, that she often found herself in. The top of the room was littered in patterns. Patterns that were most likely borrowed from the palace’s architecture. A palace that she’d only seen in images, or hidden away in the world of books. The palace that she could only ever dream of being a part of. The dark-haired girl gazed at the blade in her hands. It was beautiful. She wondered how something so beautiful could have had the ability to destroy things so easily. Maybe that’s why she envied weapons. Maybe that’s why she related to them. Scarlett found a piece of herself in the things that she would constantly throw around and practice combat with.
Scarlett never liked parties, or celebrations, or events anymore. Often, she’d preferred to be kept to herself. She couldn’t understand why others felt the need to hang around and impress sets of random people. She hated being pieces of other people. Pieces of things. It had always been that way though, she thought. In primary school, even before she was adopted, she valued the time that she received with herself. Her mind, it was a scattered place, she felt. A distortion of all her thoughts, and memories.
She’d often let it out with combat. Fighting. Mastering different stances. She’d developed a fascination with weaponry. It was something so simple to her, so black and white. And it always stayed the same. She sometimes fancied physics, but the laws of her universe always seemed to change every day, as new magic was constantly being discovered over and over again.
She picked up what was called a frimonetra sword, and dangled it between her slim brown fingers. It was skinny, but lined in fresh silver. The design was simple, yet complicated. Perfect for beginners. Perfect for training.
The girl then squinted her eyes, and licked her fangs, as she put all of her weight on her right leg, jumped up in a quick-like manor, swirled in the air, and threw it with precision. She rolled her eyes at it clambered to the ground. She missed the checkpoint. She was distracted. It was something that always bothered her, but she hated to face it.
The slight echo of a door interrupted her from thought. She turned her head over to the doors. It revealed a pale skinned young-faced Vampiric girl. She met eyes with Scarlett and gave her a bored look. “Seriously. You’re still here?”
Scarlett then threw another blade and rolled her eyes. “What do you want, Liv?” She said. Her hands absently touched her silver locket that had been decorated plainly against her neck and tucked underneath her dark leather jacket that was zipped.
Liveria tapped her foot. “We have to go together this year. You’re being a loner, S. This is the event of the season in Impala. Just imagine...” Her eyes suddenly lit up, “The drinks, and how much fun we’ll have, and all the cute pictures we’ll take and post on Magicbook, and the cute一”
“Been there, done that, almost ended up dead,” Scarlett spoke, her mind quickly reflecting on what she’d been through last year. She then dusted off a dagger. “And I can’t believe you have that stupid app.
