I should introduce myself; my name is Zinah, an unusual name for an unusual girl. In my family women had always had this gift, we call it the premonition, with it, we can know when something supernatural is lurking. I like being special, but it carries a lot of weight, and it's not that people just understand it. That's why I only have one friend, but she is the best: Galla. She knows what I am and doesn't judge me because of it. I don't care if I only have her in my life besides my family, of course.
It's been two weeks since I met the medallion boy. I tried to discover something by looking at the necklace, I found nothing but an engraving in a language I can't comprehend. I have the feeling that those words mean something very important, but not knowing what they mean makes me lose my mind. Sometimes I would like to stop worrying about people, but I still remember the boy's face, I knew he needed help and surely he still does.
I have decided to tell Galla everything, I know that she will know what to do, or at least she will be able to calm me down. Her house is not far from mine¡s, so when I left my house, I got on the bike and went to her house. While I'm pedaling, I feel again the itch on my neck: something is chasing me. In the end, my only option is to go somewhere where no one goes so I can talk in private to what is chasing me. Before I can turn to the right, someone makes me fall off the bike. When I get up, my eyes can't believe what they are seeing, it's him, the medallion boy.
My heart beats very fast. In my nineteen years of life and as a specialist that I am in the supernatural, I have never been able to make physical contact with magic, but this boy, he touched me, I felt it. What will he want? I suppose he wants the medallion back, it's the most logical thought, but he doesn't talk, just watches me. I get more nervous as time goes by. Should I tell him something? I will try:
—Hi, what's your name? Do you understand my language?
—Are you the one who has my medallion?
—Yes, I have it, but not here, I left it at my house... What's your name?
He doesn't answer me, in fact, all he does is snort, as if it is boring to find me without the medallion. How rude, and I only wanted to help him...
—Well, since you're a thief, it would be nice if you sheltered me in your house, for at least two weeks.
—Yes, of course, two weeks is nothing and... wait... What?! First of all and most importantly: I haven't stolen anything. And secondly: you fell by running like a scary cat when you saw me, how dare you call me a thief? You know I could have left it on the floor, right?
I can't believe my heart went that fast when I saw it because it is clearly an unpleasant human being if it is a human being because I still do not understand him...
He stares at me but says nothing. I'm pissed off. I don't care if he needs help. He had thought better it twice before jumping to conclusions that are, of course, wrong. All I do is get up off the ground, pick up my bike and leave, but before I can move beyond two steps, he slows me down.
—Where are you going?
—I'm going home and look for your damn medallion so you can lose sight of me.
I start pedaling again, this time calmer, and he follows me. I just hope that, by giving him the medallion, he will go whenever he has to and leave me alone. Even if I say so, I know this won't end here and I will see him again.