The amulet of realities

Our story begins on a Saturday as our generic self insert reader was helping cleanup the attic at there family’s ancestral home full of many of the things being in family for generations there purpose long since forgotten through the passing of time.

You was asked by your mother to help your grandma in organizing and catalog the items for later use, the key to the attic had actually only really been found meaning no one’s been up here snice granny was a child.

As you made your way throught the dust coved room of antiques there was many objects that was probably very valuable but this was about preservation not making a profit, as you the morning went on and turned to a late afternoon you was called down as lunch was ready a small wooden box fell on the floor inside was a blue jewled amulet that for some reason intrigued you

you slowly put it in your pocket you for future questions as you headed down for lunch…

(Writers welcome to add on as they please)

(Story is inspired by html games such as a spell for all, collage daze, and others)