Puck was rummaging around his bag of magic, looking through keys, crowns, spears, gems, rings, and guns; but he could not find the one piece he was looking for.
He stopped thoughtfully to admire a golden egg he had once acquired from an enormously large troll that had lived on a cloud covered mountain; ....and then returned to his task at hand, finding the singing amulet.
It did not look like much - wittled from a black wood in the shape of some hideous, hoary face; however the tree that it was carved from had once been inhabited by an Elder who had given it the power to receive and transmit cosmic music that was grand and symphonious.
These soulful orchestrations stirred latent memories of deep melancholia, penetrating early thoughts and enlightening the mind to listen to. It enabled one to stop and find the quietness within - such was the wonder of this tall black tree's mystery.
And the very wood carved from it could sing - which became a restoration to the heart of those who heard.
Puck had often taken it with him on his expeditions into Hell, to help awaken souls that he was helping to deliver.
-Gabriel Brunsdon, Puck in Hell, Azlander Series
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