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"Don't go in there,” Yaella said as he grabbed Zandra's arm.
He replied with a smirk, “Why not? It's only a cave, nothing more. Don't tell me you believe those childish ghost stories your grandmother told you"
"They aren't childish."
"Oh my God you do believe it, don't you?" He laughed. "You're too old to believe such things. There aren't any spirits, monsters, witches, or anything supernatural living around here."
Yaella looked at him, embarrassed that he'd laughed at her. "Shut up Zandra! What my grandmother says is true and if you go in there you will regret it."
"Okay then lets find out if your grandmother is telling the truth or if she is just feeding you some old wives tale."
"What do you mean ‘find out’?"
He looked at her knowing that she would be too scared to go so he told her what he had in mind. "Let's go into the cave and stay there for an hour and see if anything comes out."
"Are you crazy? We are not supposed to go in there. My grandmother and the rest of the elders will kill us if they find out."
"Then let’s make sure they don't find out," he replied. "Listen I can understand if you're scared."
"I am NOT scared," she yelled at him. "Why is it that people say I am scared when I am only trying to keep to the old ways? My grandmother raised me to respect our past and all you and the rest do is trample all over it."
"Why are you getting so mad? And don't lump me in with the rest of those morons. You know that my grandfather was a village elder. I know as much of the history and stories as you do. I just choose not to believe it."
"Whatever. I still think it's a bad idea to go anywhere near that cave."
"You are scared. Fine I'll go alone then and prove to you that there is nothing in that cave to be afraid of."
Yaella grabbed at his hand. Embarrassed, she dropped it the moment she realized what she had done. "Wait I will go with you, but I want to bring something. Wait for me here."
Yaella raced back to her home and grabbed a necklace made from bone and feathers. She placed it around her neck and raced back to meet Zandra.
"Okay I'm ready," She told him.
"What did you have to go get?"
"The necklace my grandmother gave me."
"Really you had me waiting here for that."
"Listen, it's blessed and if anything happens in there it will protect us. Well, me. I can’t say about you since you don't believe."
"Whatever. Let’s go and as for that necklace, I'd rather take my chances in the cave than wear something like that," he said sneering.