"Give it back!" your sister yelled angrily while jumping, desperately trying to reach the old piece of fabric you held firmly out of her reach.
"I can't believe you're that naive! You can't honestly believe in this scam? Wasting your money on fake magic things form the internet... Sheesh." You shake your head disapprovingly, while your sister jumps one more time trying to take the piece of cloth back from you.
" It's NOT fake!" she says, grabbing your arm and putting all her weight on it. Emily was quite scrawny for a 14 year old girl, and her savage attempts at getting that thing back was quite amusing to you.
With little effort, you pushed her onto her bed and walked to the box it came in, noticing a paper at the bottom. "What is this anyway?" you ask, reading from the paper with a mocking tone. "Veil of Isis. This powerful magical object held by Oracles in ages past didn't, as most people thought, help the Oracles to divine the future, but instead, made sure that their predictions came to pass." You couldn't help but laugh, throwing the paper back in the box. "Trying to divine the future, Em?" you taunt, holding the fabric in front of you.
The veil was a one foot square of what seemed like rough, dry linen with frayed edges. The pattern on it was intricate, gold on teal, but apaft from being eye-catching, the material felt old and dry, fragile and cheap.
Emily pushed a wild strand of hair from her eyes and looked at you with anger, her little hands squeezed into fists. She stands up and walks toward you. "When I get it back, I can predict that your future is going to suck pretty bad."
Without a moment for you to react, she lunges at you.