See you soon.’Īnd with that the old woman was gone. But seeing as you aren’t either, you should make certain to return me my locket as soon as you can-that is, if ever you find it.’ ‘Only wizards and witches can unmake a wish made with a magic locket.

You can make any wish you want, but you can’t unwish a wish once it’s made.’ A magic locket is nothing to toy around with. I daresay you should bring it to me right away. Well, if ever you do come across my locket, you know where to find me. ‘Oh, I’m not really as poor as all that.’ Seems you were untruthful with me the other day, trying to pass yourself off as a poor person.’ ‘Well, what need have you for such a little thing as a magic seed when your very home is made of gold. ‘What about the magic seed? Do you not still want it?” But there were too many monsters, so I decided to come back home.’ ‘But you did go to the Black Woods, did you not?’ But I’d do far better if I had my locket. ‘I’m doing quite fine really, the aches of old age aside. ‘Why hello, my dearie!’ said the old woman.

Instead, it was the old woman she had met at market. Liril ran to open the door expecting to see her parents there. She was of a mind then to use the locket to bring her parents back home and said:Īnd with that single wish there was a knocking at the front door. It was then that Liril realized that her parents might have gone to look for her when she had gone to the Black Forest. But still they had not come back to the cottage. Liril rose at dawn the next morning and checked once more to see if her parents had returned. So Liril wept the whole night until she fell fast asleep. ‘Perhaps,’ she said, ‘not all things made of gold are so fine as I thought.’ Then Liril touched the locket around her neck and wished that Rappan and Lorlo would be as they were before they were turned into gold. But she soon became sad when she began to long to hear the purring of Lorlo as she played in her arms or the barking of Rappan when it was time for his supper. Seeing everything in her house being turned to gold.

Pryde's Choice by Kevis Hendrickson