The jewels hung limply in my hand as I walked the cliffs. The amount of power radiating off these long dead jewels was fascinating. I know I should throw them into the sea, to let them rest properly away from the abuse of any other being. But I can't.
There is so much that we could use them for. There is so much they can provide for us. They could save us from the danger that Grandpa has warned us about. I don't see how I could possibly let this power go. This isn't my world, so there isn't a real reason I should care. That girl though, this is her world. If she wishes to fight for it then I want to help. That, and my mother would want me to. This was her world too. Her world...
Maybe that is why I can't let these jewels go. I finally found her. She is here. She is on this chain. A dark empty stone where before I saw a glowing blood red ruby. The red ruby my father used to kiss every time he entered a room with her in it. The red ruby that shone on the ceiling or walls every time she laughed. The red ruby that sat snugly on her brow and commanded an entire room of demons to their knees. The red ruby that captivated my eyes as she hid my sister and I in a cupboard to keep us safe. This red ruby is all I have left of my mother.
I never knew her other side. She never spoke of them. We never left to go see them, and they became angry any time we mentioned her other side. My father became bitter and cruel after she was taken. He went to meditate years ago, though more so I think to die and join my mother once more.
I told my mother I hoped that I never got a hybrid as a partner. She wouldn't talk to me for a long time. I will never forget the pain her silence brought me. She sat me down a long time after, a long talk about why there was so much more I didn't understand about fate and love. She hoped one day I would understand. She hoped one day she would meet whoever fate gifted me, and she told me to treat them as such. She was my hero and I am so glad I finally found her. I don't want to let her go.
Mom, I am sorry.