Jane sat on her roof of her old farmhouse watching the sunset. The house had been in her family for generations. It was once a brilliant white, but was now a soft beige. It had become this color from dust and dirt blowing in the wind. It had vines weaving down certain sections of the sides of the home.

She always enjoyed the sunset and stargazing. Yet the only way for her to watch the sunset or gaze at the stars was through her bedroom window, normally. It was all because of a folk tale about a cursed dagger. Well she believed it to only be a folk tale. After all no one had ever seen this mysterious dagger that called to the young souls of Scydelle, and tried to get one of the young souls to wield it.

Jane's mother and father both believed Jane to be in her bedroom. Thus allowed Jane to sneak out of her window to watch the sunset and gaze at the stars under the sky. As the sky that was illuminated in soft pinks, bright oranges, and blended reds turned to a peaceful deep purple that could be mistaken for black if it wasn't for the soft yellow, orange, and white stars that now illuminated it, caused peace to spread across the kingdom. Jane simply couldn't believe a dagger would stop children from being able to stare at this wondrous sight every night.

    Well that was until she heard the mysterious voice. It was quiet at first and had such a lovely tone. It was whispering her name, calling and begging for her to come to it. As Jane stood up to look at what was calling her she saw it in the distance. The dagger that was coated in a blue glow floating in the middle of her flower garden, it wasn't a big garden. Her mother had a much bigger one, yet she allowed Jane to start her own one. The dagger floated closer to her causing it's voice to grow in her ears. Her name was becoming louder in her own ears by the mysterious lovely voice.

    She knew she should return inside her farmhouse. This must've been the dagger every parent feared their child would touch. It only affected the souls that were under eighteen. Jane was seventeen, right under the limit that the dagger could affect. She turned to her window that was little distance from her. It would allow her entrance to safety away from this dangerous object, yet she didn't want to enter.

    The voice was so tempting and lovely. The aura around the dagger was so beautiful. She turned back to the garden to see the dagger was still floating there. It had moved closer to her yet it stayed within the garden's limits. She bit her lip once again before she pulled her brown hair up into a ponytail with a ribbon that was once tied around her wrist. She slowly climbed down the side of her house using the green vines that hung down the side. She jumped off the side once she was a few feet from the ground then made her way to the garden.

She stayed right on the edge of the garden, the dagger floating in front of her. The voice that was now singing her name in her ears was so familiar. She could not tell why though. She reached her hands out close to touching it then she remembered why the dagger was so dangerous. She quickly retreated her hand. It was supposed to come with an unbearable price. She bit her lip harder as the voice began to sing her name sweeter and much more familiar, just like her older sister. Her sister!

Jane's eyes widened, and she stumbled back in shock. Her sister and her had been separated for years, centuries even. Wait centuries? She then stood up straight and reached out clasping the dagger, her dagger once again. The world shifted around her, as the beautiful blue glow started to move around her. She closed her eyes allowing the dagger to return her to her real home in Scydelle.

She opens her eyes as she arrived in the cavern. Her outfit that was once a soft silky pink dress was now changed to a loose fitting white blouse with black pants. A brown leather dagger sheath hung around her waist and she returned the dagger to its sheath. She turned her head to see her sister twiddling a matching dagger in a matching outfit simply with her sister's outfit's colors inverted to her own.

    "Glad I finally found you Jane."

    "Thank you for releasing me, Aleigha."

    Jane's memories had finally returned to her. The fact Aleigha and her were both witches to a centuries old coven. They had been cursed and kept separate by a rival coven. The coven had used their daggers to separate them, although the daggers had been spelled by the females to always return to them. This caused the daggers to seek out the females using the others voice to hopefully lure the rightful holder to them once again.

    The daggers knew the girls were being held as the youth in Scydelle. The two females had long before cursed both of their daggers so only they could touch them. It was for that reason why when teenagers, and sometimes young children of Scydelle, would be tempted by the siren like voice they would loose their life as humans, and become monster like creatures.