Finish this prompt, keeping it under 300 words and write in the style of a fantasy story. "She had to find the necklace, before..."
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Finish this prompt, keeping it under 300 words and write in the style of a fantasy story. "She had to find the necklace, before..."
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She had to find the necklace before it was all too late.

Muriel hadn't told her mother about where she had gotten the necklace or what it could do. She thought it would be safe enough tucked away in her jewelry box in her room, but she should have known better. Her mother tends to clean out everything she comes across when it's chore day; her jewelry box would have been no exception. Janet had done a thorough job of scolding Muriel when she got home from school, thinking that Muriel had stolen such a brilliant piece of jewelry. There's no way her meager allowance would have afforded her to purchase such a luxury. 

How was Muriel supposed to say no when Mrs. Allen, the sweet old lady next door, pressed the necklace in her hand one day when she was coming home from school? Mrs. Allen hadn't said a word, just winked and walked back to her house before Muriel could react. It wasn't until later that night that Muriel heard the necklace singing to her from its place on her dresser. 

She was too scared to try it on yet, which is why she'd left it burrowed safely in the cushions of her jewelry box. But every night the singing grew louder and louder, the temptation to wear it gaining momentum. 

Muriel wasn't sure what was going to happen once she tried it on. All that she knew was that she had to get it back before someone else found it. Janet told her daughter that she'd taken it to the local police station. Getting the necklace back was going to be trickier than she thought. 
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Finish this prompt, keeping it under 300 words and write in the style of a fantasy story. "She had to find the necklace, before..."</s>
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She had to find the necklace before it was all too late.

Muriel hadn't told her mother about where she had gotten the necklace or what it could do. She thought it would be safe enough tucked away in her jewelry box in her room, but she should have known better. Her mother tends to clean out everything she comes across when it's chore day; her jewelry box would have been no exception. Janet had done a thorough job of scolding Muriel when she got home from school, thinking that Muriel had stolen such a brilliant piece of jewelry. There's no way her meager allowance would have afforded her to purchase such a luxury. 

How was Muriel supposed to say no when Mrs. Allen, the sweet old lady next door, pressed the necklace in her hand one day when she was coming home from school? Mrs. Allen hadn't said a word, just winked and walked back to her house before Muriel could react. It wasn't until later that night that Muriel heard the necklace singing to her from its place on her dresser. 

She was too scared to try it on yet, which is why she'd left it burrowed safely in the cushions of her jewelry box. But every night the singing grew louder and louder, the temptation to wear it gaining momentum. 

Muriel wasn't sure what was going to happen once she tried it on. All that she knew was that she had to get it back before someone else found it. Janet told her daughter that she'd taken it to the local police station. Getting the necklace back was going to be trickier than she thought. </s>
