The locket has a mystical past. It is nearly three hundred years old and, apparently, it has some unfinished business . . . Alingale looked on in utter amazement as the metallic fastening seals immediately turned and slid apart. The golden lid to the shallow box popped open, revealing two small objects inside . . .
The changeling Selkie, Sansalee, reminisced to Alingale, "The beings who gave me this locket, admonished me to never try to open it. I have worn this locket for nearly twenty-eight decades. A few days ago, the locket opened itself, like this, to the Wizard and me. Until then, I was completely unaware of its contents. When I closed the locket, Martin Molengarner and I believed that we would never see these items again. How wrong we were . . ."
"You are now the Keeper of the Locket. The pendant is now your constant companion. The Locket was created with a mind and a purpose. While wearing it, you will never be alone. It will give you great wisdom - and the strength to endure." Once again, she lowered her voice and prayed, "And may God help all of us."
In just a matter of minutes, Alingale Mitchenmouse progressed from making a simple pilgrimage to a shrine - where she intended to pledge her commitment to a Great Cause. Suddenly, she was entangled in a secret mission involving a Mystical Locket, a Shape-Shifting Selkie, the Wizard, and His Cane.