A Tickle, an Itch and a Whisper

Go back in time.

A time of unorchestrated quiet.

Start with a simmering current of want vs. need.

Legendary tokens, and talismans of power carefully crafted; sacred objects appear and disappear; false and  genuine, hidden and guarded through stories, and twisted into outrageous tales . . . . and Magic.

A spectral hand, shimmering and insubstantial, traced a line of script.

Words filled the page with neat, precise handwriting. Each stroke deliberate, unhurried.

It sounded like dry leaves skittering across a graveyard.