First story, first chapter. Please inform me of any error involving sentence structure or grammar on any chapters, THE STORY has been HEAVILY EDITED, so if you couldn't handle the poor grammar, I have improved somewhat and edited the story. If I missed anything, well shit it's English. I'm bound to have missed something, everything is perfected with time. Enjoy hours of work in worded form; on a added note, I now have a proof reader.

(Chapter 5 is the newest chapter.)

Chapter 1

There was a plot of land positioned on the outskirts of the city of Houston in no particular neighborhood. A well maintained two-story house sits there with white paint which is only just beginning to peel. In this house, the sounds of shifting feet and the falling clutter of boxes could be heard. Inside the house's attic, filled with mounds of boxes covered in dust with nothing but a window, is a single light bulb for light. A young man rummaged through a pile of boxes with mild intrigue, while an older man flipped through a photo album.

The younger man picked up something wrapped in a sheet of newspaper and said , "So great Aunt Lilith left us all her stuff from her days of antiquing. Do we really have that type of storage space, Jake?"

Jake looked up from the photo album before responding, "No we don't have the space for all these dust collectors. Also, Auntie Lilith said in her will that we can get a fair amount of any of her jun- I mean antiques and keep it before the charity sale happens , Jev."

Jev looked at the Japanese-styled vase he was unraveling and then asked, "What charity did she want to donate to?"

Jake stuffed the album in his backpack replied , "WWF and some cancer research center, since she loved cats and was a Pink Ribbon herself."

Jev put the vase back in the box and looked up to a small, engraved wooden chest perched on the top of a pyramid of boxes. Jev making his way towards it saying, "Hey Jake, you know cool uncles don't take their nephews antiquing, right? "

Jake looked a little despondent at the words and replied, "Well you know only cool nephews act grateful to an uncle who houses, feeds, and cares for them. "

Jev reached for the engraved chest on the pyramid saying, "Oh, quick to choose the easy way out huh Jake, not feeling up to some verbal boxing?" Jev finishes sarcastically.

Jev grabbed the chest and nearly tipped the pyramid of boxes under it. Jake then responded, "I just sat in a room for four hours in a suit to mourn a person I only ever saw once every year."

Jake looked at Jev as he continued, "You could say I'm not up to it right now."

Jev sat down, crossed his legs, and inspected the engraved chest (which was probably made of oak). The chest had vines all around it and a whirlwind symbol on the top. Jev unbuckled the single latch lifting the box open, which had a thin parchment covering the contents. Jake, taking notice, walked across the room to watch the unboxing. Jev removed the parchment, exposing a dull silver necklace, engraved with vines and flowers among the link. The pendant had a raised image of a whirlwind as well.

Jake broke his gaze from the necklace to look at his phone and said, "Quite fancy, but it's time to go. Let's skedaddle before rush hour hits."

Jev closed the box and followed his uncle to the side door, stopping to grab a old World War II helmet before going down the attic ladder. Jake got in a Chevy Suburban on the house's curb, and Jev got in after him. Driving off to inner Houston, Jev thoughts wandered to his parents, and his late great aunt made him think about how his mother was off enjoying the lifestyle of a druggie and his dad was probably doing the same. He thought about how they never really existed in his life, sort of like Auntie Lilith, feeling like they are already dead to an extent. Uncle Jake was as good as any mom and dad pair to him, only lacking experience and responsibility.

They finally arrived back at a standard-looking apartment complex. With a storm brewing, Jev and Jake quickly headed inside. Jev decided to head to the rooftop, which was his fortress of solitude and in close proximity to the roof access from their apartment.

Jake noticed that Jev was making his way to the roof, and called out, "Try to be back inside before that storm gets to us, dinner will be in about an hour."

Which will no doubt be order-in pizza or Chinese. Jev waved off his words saying, "Alright I'll be back in a while."

Jev heard thunder in the distance when he opened the door to the roof, which was calming noise to Jev. He began to open the chest, wearing the old helmet of war. Standing just outside the door to the stairs, Jev fiddled with the necklace, getting familiar with all the details. He noticed a long, thin line running around the perfect circle of a pendant. Sticking his nail in it to open it up, thunder rolled in the distance as he saw the pendant flip open. In the pendant, a crystal-like covering was shielding two colors divided by a line of dull silver. The crystal distorted the color, but Jev clearly recognized its gold and green color through the rough crystal. Jev inspected the crystal and walked over to the center of the roof with a few garden beds around it and sat down with his legs folded, leaning on a metal antenna atop the building. Forgetting about the storm, he pondered what it could be. What kinda of modern art necklace is this?, he thought. The crystal completely seals the stuff under it. This crystal is as foggy as the morning after a storm.

Jev noticed the wind had gotten cold, and the air was more humid as he looked overhead to see a brewing thunderstorm. Just as he was about to stand up, lightning gushed from the storm right to the antenna Jev was leaning on. His vision went black and his last words were, "Oh sh-."

Jev felt the full force of the lighting, but not yet the event it triggered.