Jeweled Nightmares Pt 2
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The sunlight streaming into Amoras office was warm, and if she had brought the girls with her to work she might have opened the windows to cool the space some. She however had settled on something she usually hated, the nanny taking the girls for the afternoon. Her desire to be hands on in every aspect of her childrens lives had to take a back seat to wanting them far far away from what she planned to do on this day. She had pushed all of the furniture out of the way, nine maps on her floor, one for each of the nine realms thats made up Yggdrasil. Walking around each corner she set a match, all cool to the touch, the red tip sitting on the edges.

The charm she had worked on would show her where her old tiara was. If it was within Yggdrasils tendrils she would find it, and with it she would reclaim some of the power she had forsaken in locking her ex husband in his prison of ice. With the matches placed as she needed she started to chant, the spell she had gotten from her uncle because she was hesitant with Loki as her husbands worries about his brother grew. Thor knew nothing of what she was doing, he would try and forbid her and it would be treason when she ignored his orders. This was much simpler she told herself again as the chanting fell silent and the matches all burst into flame at once. Trails of fire started to lick over the maps, curling the edges till they were nothing but ash, some places burning away quickly, others slower, like it was closer to where her jewels were. Jotunheim and Helheim burned away almost instantly, the others slower and when the last one burning was Midgard Amora hovered over the image, watching as most of the map turned to cinder. The portion that was left was one she knew, because she knew those who called it home.

Unsure if that would help or hurt Amora plucked up the small bit of singed map debating. She could go herself, and risk Thor finding out, she could call on Welch, which might make it worse as Thor had no warm feelings for her oldest friend. Debating who she might task with retrieving the piece for her Amora paced her office, warm sunlight warming the air steadily, till she did push the tall windows open, letting a cool breeze slither into the room. It had been so long since she had touched the stones she had hidden powers in, so long since Sven had set them in the crown for her she she had forgotten his charm, one to warn them if someone had ever tried to find them, the soft glow that would permeate them when a locator spell was used.

Mo had crawled into one of her cubby holes earlier in the day and didnt have a single plan to leave. She had when she started studying at her mothers place of employ, started looking for sneaky spots to cut her classes and she had a half dozen that nobody knew about. She figured eventually people would stumble on one or two, but this place was long forgotten for a while so she had a chance to keep atleast half a secret which was what she wanted. There she kept books, some of the stuff she swiped, she made some pretty comfy with giant cushions she took from other places and they were never missed.

She was laying on a wide cushion, writing, not getting into any trouble which had technically been her aunts instructions, so she was pretty damn proud of herself. Tossing her hair back over her shoulder she arched her back slightly, grateful for the pop that came with it and for the first time in about an hour she pulled her eyes up from her paper. It was a random thing but instantly she thought it had been meant to be, because from a pile of items that werent really hers a soft ruby glow started to throb. Eyes growing wide she pushed up onto her knees, digging into the open crate and pulling out the offending object. It was a spindly crown, one that was tarnished and dingy, even the stones looking dull when she swiped it. But not now, now they were bright, radiant even, and glowing in a scary way.

Mo pushed back sitting on her heels, heart throbbing in her chest as she debated what to do. Ryan would help her hide it. But that would mean he would get into trouble too. That wouldnt do, and if she came clean to her mom her aunt wouldnt let her come to Egypt to work so that was out. She chewed on her inner check as she turned over in her mind who was close by. Her older brother and sister had been home because of babies, but Ben with a new born was a bad choice so she settled on Fortuna. She shoved the crown into her bag, pulling off her sweater and wrapping it around the thing so it didnt glow through the canvas. Then she crawled out through the passage from her hidey hole to the hall, bucking it for home. Her mother was thre and she had to distract her with babies, picking up one of her nephews and then dumping the poor boy before she could visit properly, giving her sister a look that clearly said follow me.

Fortuna had been sitting with her mother, chatting absently about Noel and Leon and Jon, because babies were on the brain lately. Still she knew to be cautious with Moira, her sister was constantly up to no good and in trouble often because of it like the look she now gave Fortuna indicated. Excusing herself with the promise of bringing back bottles Fortuna was drug from the hallway and out back, clear from the shadow of the house before Moira began to speak. “What the hell Mo, you could just ask for a word,” she had began, but was cut off by the story of her sisters thievery and now glowing haul. Fortuna pulled her hair back from her face as she listened, twisting the locks around her hand as she debated what was worse, the stealing or the getting caught now with it from someone outside their family.

“And putting it back isnt an option why?” she asked Moira who huffed in response.

“You think I didnt think of that? The place it was excavated from, all that stuff has been cataloged and crap. So I put this one back and they know I took it, be real who else jacks stuff around here?” Her hand slapped at her thigh absently and Fortuna had to stop her from hitting herself as the sound carried.

“Ok, so we get rid of it. Mom wont yell Arethusa wont yell, nobody has to know you seriously have an issue,” she said dryly, which under normal circumstances would get her an attitude from her sister but now got her a hug. “Wrap it up tightly so no light gets out. Put it in the bottom of my bag and put that up high enough no babies will knock it around. Ill take it home tonight and make sure its far far away by this time tomorrow. Try not to take anything else, I dont want this becoming a usual thing.”

Leading her sister back inside Fortuna sent her off with a little shake of her head, going about getting the bottles that she promised to return with. And when she did her and her mother had a grand time feeding and spoiling babies with affections. Though in the back of her mind now she worried about this tiara. Part of her knew she should just snitch. But she was also a girl kidnapped from this very house. If someone was looking for these glowing stones it was safest they were far far away. So she slung her bag over her shoulders when it was time to go. And dumped it as soon as she got home so she could get her sons squared away. After she stared at the bag wondering where the hell it should go when genius struck.

To Be Continued...

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