Chelsea found it in her great-grandparents' house. It was a medallion about the size of a silver dollar, pewter-colored and dull with a small hole at the top. A single silver link was attached to the top. There were strange words on the front, filled with consonants.
"It's Old Irish, dear. Don't know what it says. Never spoke it." Chelsea's grandmother sipped her tea and placed the medallion back on the table. "It's been passed down from the women in our family for a very long time, but your great-grandmother never saw fit to pass it on to me." Chelsea laughed and took the medallion back.
"Nonsense?" Chelsea asked.
"And a full pot of it," her grandmother laughed. "But my mother took her mysticism very seriously. I suppose it was because she was the last in the line born on the isle." She shrugged. "I was never one for Santa Claus or fairies or the any of that sort of thing, even at a young age. She wouldn't dare try and convince me of a story about an enchanted charm. I'm just glad I've finally got a grand-daughter to pass it on to. Now my mother's spirit won't be bothering me." She sipped her tea again.
Ciara's Charm

