Personal Narrative The Moldavite Pendant - 1500 Words

The Moldavite Pendant I was becoming desperate in my search and I really needed to get out of the house as my frenzy was not serving any purpose and the dogs needed their daily walk. I’d spent two weeks frantically retracing my steps looking for my grandmother’s Moldavite pendant which was of great sentimental worth to me. Lying on her death bed, my grandmother had given it to me for protection when I was fourteen. She cautioned me of the strong energies it held and that this pendant would protect me from negative entities. Her great aunt had given it to her with warnings of the intense frequency and high vibration that resonated from this stone. Grandmother claimed it had brought true love into her life shortly after it was†¦show more content†¦My legs hoisted themselves onto the bench as I laid back listening to the sounds of the forest. I closed my eyes and sighed as the breeze gently blew on my face. â€Å"Grab my talons and hang on,† I heard above me. Squinting my eyes, I tried to see who was speaking. â€Å"Quick, grab on,† repeated the voice as I spotted a large black crow sweeping by me. My hands automatically reached out and clasped onto the leathery fingers. â€Å"Close your eyes and don’t let go.† I gripped the crow’s talons, clutching with all my might and felt myself being hoisted off the bench. There was no time for hesitation or panic and as a result my fear temporarily vanished. That is, until my eyes opened and saw the forest and fields below me and in the distance, I could see my house. â€Å"Oh my God,† reality suddenly hit me. â€Å"Don’t look down,† commanded the crow. Panic had already set in weakening my grip and as my hands slithered down the talons and I began to spiral to the ground. â€Å"No-o-o-o-o,† echoed my scream into the vast blue skies. Daylight crept into the slits my eyes as I regained consciousness and crackling noises emerged from under me when I shifted around as objects poked into my back and with a sudden jolt of recall I bolted up. Where was I? Last thing I remembered was holding onto the crow’s talons suspended high above the forest. Was I dreaming? I shook my head from side to side as I tried to rationalize