Mirkanda walked in the garage as Tim stood propped against the tree in front of their house. She knocked twice on the wooden, white door of the garage and it flipped open.

Tim turned at the creaking voice of the door of the garage. As Mirkanda walked in, Tim peered at his father’s car that stood in the middle of the garage with some iron boxes scattering all around it. The yellow light of the garage fell over the car’s red color, and went in through its small windows. The car was so small that Tim thought it resembled a matchbox.

“Come in…” mirkanda said from behind the steering wheel.

As Tim went in beside mirkanda, he thought whether he needed anything for his journey. But he didn’t’ know where they were going. He felt that sooner enough he would return home safe, but the cold, violent look that mirkanda gave him as she revved the engine did not approve his opinion.

The car wheeled off and mirkanda took full speed as they started to reach the main road, on their journey to kerf’s magical shop.

Halfway through the road, Tim went down to buy a can of cola, but as he paid the man, something steered behind the grass to his right. Tim shivered a bit, then took his cola, and ran back into the car.

He did not mention to mirkanda the eyes that he noticed peering at him from behind the grass. “You’re just imagining…,” he told himself as he leaned over the leather bound backseat, heavy and tired.

Tim struggled for some time with his heavy lids. He wanted to keep his attention on the road with mirkanda, but eventually he failed and fell asleep.

He dreamed. He found himself standing in a dark room. As he walked through the room, he collided with a table, and then he heard the clatter of a glass as it fell and rolled on the ground. His heart began beating faster when he saw a small flame walking forward in the darkness. He could see some parts of the candle and the hand holding it. However, he could not see the face of the one holding it.

“Who are you?” Tim shouted in his loudest voice. “Show yourself.”

Tim backed forward as the light of the flame came forward towards him then suddenly the voice of his father spoke.

“It’s me Tim,” Mr. Denver raised the candle against his face and his wrinkled, sandy face shone under the yellow fire.

Tim’s mouth dropped. “father.” he walked forward, smiling at his father. He felt that he needed to touch his father’s soft, warm skin, so he ran at him, but before he could hug him, his father vanished and reappeared behind him.

“You can’t touch me Tim.” Denver said, “You’ve to be dead to touch me, I’m sorry.”

Tim’s eyes welled up, as his father walked forward towards him and smiled.

“Tim, you must keep the amulet safe. It’s your responsibility now.”

Everything vanished in a rolling, dusty fume and Tim woke up again. The car violently before it came to halt.

“Let’s go…” Mirkanda said, getting out of the car and standing in the middle of a dark street. The only source of light in the street was a thin yellow light that poured through the front window of a shop. It was kerf’s shop.

it’s for ages 9-12.

(it’s unedited so try to be merciful)

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