Agatha is a 12-year-old girl with long smooth blond hair that reaches just below her shoulders, she has a beautiful feminine shaped body and B-cup breasts. She had moved to Fort Lauderdale with her family a week ago, so she is still settling in. At first, Agatha hated it to move to a new city and leave all of her friends behind, but she quickly found new friends and has been welcomed in her new school with open arms.
It is a warm Saturday afternoon, the girl decides to explore the beach and go for a dip, the beach is located pretty close to her house, so close, that she does not need a bus to get there, it is about a five to ten minute walk. Agatha puts on her swimsuit, then puts on a shorts and t-shirt, she grabs a towel and heads out the door.
The young girl soon arrives at the beach, first she decides to take a dip to cool off, then she decides to explore some rock formations close by. When Agatha scrambles over the rocks she spots a medium sized cave, “wow, a cave,” she says excitedly. The girl always loved exploring caves, she is not a typical girl, she sometimes says, when told by others how “boy-ish” her activities were, “well, my parents wanted a boy, but got me instead,” as a joke. Agatha secretly also is curious what it would be like being the other sex, so much that she actually gave herself the nickname “Luis” for all of her internet activities.
Agatha carefully edges closer to the entrance of the cave, “cool, I can fit through the opening,” she says, before entering, the girl looks back at the water, “by the look of the water, I still have one or two hours until the water starts to rise. I’ll not wander to far in and check the water level every five to ten minutes.”
The girl crouches down and enters the cave, the cave isn’t huge, the ceiling is high enough for Agatha to stand. The back of the cave is about 25 steps and the walls were around 30 steps from the entrance. The cave also is covered with sand and other debris, which give Agatha the hint that the ocean floods the cave.
Agatha walks around a bit, picking up some nice stones and seashells, then some catches her eye, a golden glint coming from a corner of the cave. Curiously the girl walks closer, she kneels down and after brushing the sand away with her hand gasps and her eyes widen when she notices a beautiful golden necklace with a big round medallion with a six-pointed geometric star figure.
The little girl takes the medallion into her hand, “wow, it is beautiful,” she breaths, “it looks old, and the symbol kinda reminds me of a pentagram or a “witches star”.” Agatha decides to keep the necklace, “I’ll just tell my parents, that I bought a fake and cheap golden necklace,” she says to herself.
As the girl puts the necklace on, she suddenly feels a strange strong energy rush through her body, “w-whoa… that felt weird,” she says as she feels herself become light headed for a second, “I hope I didn’t get a sun stroke. I better head back home.”
Unbeknownst to the young girl, the necklace once belonged to a powerful dark witch, the necklace is filled with the witches black magic, which is slowly seeping into Agatha.