He held it in both hands. It was heavier than he imagined, and the gold felt warm to the touch. When he gripped it tightly, he could feel a subtle vibration in his palms. The magic was buried deep inside the torque – hundreds of years of power, coiled and beaten into the metal, waiting to be set free and allowed to feast and devour. The druids told stories of its power. It was capable of opening doors between worlds and much, much more. His mother was eager to learn its ways in the beginning. She listened to it and drew great strength from it. Everything she did, the risks and gambles she took, they all worked, and those that dared to stand against them? They fell away.
Why did she stop? They could have taken it all!
Why did she stop? They could have taken it all!It appeared to him, and
