Sarah pawed her new possession with her wrinkled hands.  They looked like vulture claws, bony wretched things, she thought.  She wasn't always so ragged, but she has gotten used to all of the disabilities that came with old age.  She couldn't remember when she was last this excited!  She had expected a large increase of business as always on Skippack Days, but she bought the most beautiful piece of jewelry she could imagine!  "Wait," she thought, that is not the right word.  "Charm."
    Yes it had to be a charm of some sort.  It was beautiful, but the beauty was incidental, she felt that it had some sort of greater purpose.  She put it in her palm and began to rub her old thumb across it.  She then closed her eyes.  She was hoping that it was maybe magical, or of some great importance.  Nothing.  She felt nothing.  Just the cold gold, and the scorn of the silver skull.
    She put it up and took a good look at it again.  It was made of pure gold, a little smaller than her palm.  It was also about a pinky's width thick.  It must have weighed a pound or two.  Imbedded in front of the medallion was a silver skull, missing it's jaw piece.  It had three teeth hanging from its incomplete mouth and two glass eyes.  The eyes were hollow, and some thick liquid flowed through them.  She began to tilt the medallion side to side, as if she was rocking it and the liquid would fill one eye, then when she hit the pinnacle of the opposite tilt, it would fill the other eye.
    "This is well crafted" she mumbled to herself.  She then looked up into the streets.  Not crowded yet, but it was still very early.  She placed the medallion in her pocket and then began to tour her store with a duster in hand.  Her store was always in need of dusting.
    She carried mostly gaudy jewelry from the first decades of the 1900's.  Most of her stuff had come from the roaring 20's.  She enjoyed her store, even though it only consisted of two small rooms filled with badly organized jewelry ranging from finely crafted necklaces to huge and strange glass pins.  She moved a couple of pieces and carelessly dusted a couple of other random items.  At first this was her dream and it was always enough for her.  She could spend hours wasting away in her little store, dreaming about her life and her children and their children, that never visited her anymore.  Recently she felt, well older than she usually felt.  Maybe her age was finally catching up with her.  No, it was this place.  She was planning on selling it, until today.
    Sarah made her way back to her small register and stool and looked out the window again.  This time she notices something else.  The man that had sold her the medallion was across the street, sitting on the corner.  What on earth was he doing there?  Sarah suddenly became afraid that he would come back and want his medallion back.  That he suddenly realized that he shouldn't have sold it her.  But the man didn't seem to move.  He just sat there looking at the road.
    Sarah stood there staring for a minute before she noticed what he was really doing.  He was sleeping.  A sigh of relief poured out from Sarah's withered lips.  She then remembered her first impression of the gentleman upon his entering of her store, promptly on opening, he really needed to get some sleep.  He had large aged circles under his eyes and she thought that he was insane.  But then he yanked the medallion off and told her that he would sell it for 200 dollars.  Sarah, after that last comment, really did think that he was insane.  She reached into her register and pulled out the money immediately.  She was really awed by the piece's beauty and she wanted it immediately!  She did not haggle or anything, but he seemed like he did not want to let go of the medallion. He stood there for quite some time before he finally dropped it on the counter.
    Sarah reached into her pocket and grasped the medallion.  She was suddenly afraid that it would not be there when she reached in for some odd reason.  After holding it for a little bit she pulled it back out.  Sarah flipped around the medallion so that she could see the back.  The back was plain and smooth except for some cryptic writing that she could not make out.  More like scratches then lettering it seemed, but she new they also had some purpose too.
    She did not know what she was going to do with this thing.  She could definitely sell it for a much, much higher price then she got it, or she could keep it.  Maybe she could keep it for a little while and then sell it when she got bored of it.  But how could she get bored of such a beautiful piece such as this.  Then she realized, she was holding out in the open.  Other people could see it and they might want to steal it.  She decided that it was best to put it on and let it hang under her blouse, out of site, out of other people's grasp.
    Just as she put the medallion on, the wind started to blow fiercely.  The wind was knocking over her displays, but that was not what was bothering her.  What was bothering her was this fierce smell that the wind was carrying.  A smell that belonged to a morgue and a morgue only.  She was about to throw up when the wind stopped and before her stood a woman.
    The woman's eyes were black and bloodshot.  The face was aged greatly and her skin was wrinkled beyond Sarah's!  She wore the most strangest outfit.  She was outfitted in a leather teddy.  Well a teddy would what she would call it, but it looked strangely like armor. She wore a black cape and around her neck, she wore a medallion.  The medallion was what surprised Sarah the most.  It was identical to hers, but instead of a silver skull, this one had a copper one. 
She was well endowed with her looks, but she was so, wrinkled.  Sarah couldn't understand how she could look so young and so old all at once.  Sarah also noticed that she couldn't have come through the front door, cause she did not hear it close, for it always closed with a bang, the door needed to be fixed..
Sarah was about to ask her why she was here and where did she get that medallion when the woman spoke, "KRUN O OL NOTSOUN!"
The woman's language was harsh and violent.  Sarah cringed at the sound of it.  "Please, I…" she tried to say but never got to finish cause suddenly she fell backwards.  Her mind started to hurt.  She felt a sharp jabbing pain in her temples.  She wanted to scream, but found that she was unable to.  Her jaw was clenched and she could feel her aged teeth began to crack.  She went to grab the medallion for comfort, but it was not there!  She could not find it, it just disappeared.
Blood began to pour from Sarah's ears, mouth and nose when she finally fainted.

The woman's mind was alien to Minkrekrin.  Everything was in the wrong place.  She could not understand how one minute this woman had the medallion the next minute she did not.  She was definitely not a mage of any sort.  She sorted through the woman's thoughts some more.  She began to see the images that she was looking for.  The woman had obtained the medallion this morning.  Some man sold it to her.  Sold it.  She then realized that this world knows not the power of magic.  This place still doesn't know of its existence.  She then figured out where the medallion was.  She could sense it and the owner's mind.  She was told something and never tested it for herself.  Once the medallion had an owner, it would never be worn or kept by another soul until the owner's death.  After the owner's death, the new owner was the first to wear it upon their neck.
The twit that sold this didn't know that it would come back to him!  Minkrekrin was suddenly very happy.  This was going to be easy.  Too easy.  Minkrekrin looked down at the bleeding woman.  She was unconscious.  "Stupid Cow!" exclaimed Minkrekrin.  She could not believe the ignorance of this world.  The woman was old and very ugly.  She suddenly began to glow with pride.  The thought of her renowned beauty was floating around in her bloated head.  She was so beautiful.  No man could resist her charm.  A dark grin floated upon the sea of the wizard's face. 
Minkrekrin began to notice the dusty hole that she was in.  All sorts of nasty jewelry hung from the walls.  The place smelled like a museum.  She began looking at a small bracelet that had gotten her attention.  It was made of these white balls attached by string.  She walked up to the wall that the bracelet hung from and touched it.  It was cheaply made, very light.  But even though, she liked the way it looked and removed it.  She was staring at it for a couple of minutes lost in the jewelry's uniqueness, when she noticed something else.  She looked up and upon the wall where she removed the hanging bracelet, there was this old woman staring at her.  Minkrekrin blinked and the old woman blinked.  What was this, some kinda joke! Minkrekrin went to touch the woman when the woman seemed to try to touch her.
Glass.  Minkrekrin was suddenly hit with the reality that she was looking at her self.  "No, No, Noooooooooooooooooooo!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" she screamed.  She couldn't stop.  How could this have happened!  She was beautiful hours ago!  How could she have aged beyond belief in those few quick instants.  She could not grasp the idea.  Minkrekrin punched the mirror and it broke into a hundred different shards and in each one was her twisted reflection.  Her ugly clones starring at her.  Minkrekrin called upon the wind and the wind blew all of the shards away. 
Minkrekrin wiped away her tears.  She was a wizard and she could find a way to fix the problem.  Magic was limitless.  But one thing she did notice was that this world was limited.  Magically, it was.  She felt it when she bent her will towards the element of wind.  This world was dying, or in great pain.  This caused a small amount of grief in Minkrekrin.  This meant that her magic, was also not as strong here as it would be on her home world.  With this thought in mind she left the store and headed in the direction that she felt the medallion's presence in.