Chapter XXVII • Severin

Right after the brunette and I had discovered this peculiar silver five-pointed shape that is roughly the size of my stout finger, I instantly ruminate about giving the enchantment another try. Where did this necklace come from? Why did my mother hide it by covering it in mud?

And why does this symbol look so familiar to me…?

“I feel like I’ve seen something like this before,” I mutter to myself before keeping the necklace at eye level to examine it in the candlelight. “But I cannot put my finger on where or when I have seen it…”

I hear shuffling from behind me, and turn to find Maia pacing around while reading the contents of Mother's journal.

“I still do not understand, Severin,” the brunette says, her shuffling coming to a halt as she sits on my bed. I hear her heave a sigh out of frustration. “To me, it does look like something that should be combined with magic, but how could we have known that that thing was inside the mud?”

Is this what could have made the enchantment work?