Epilogue

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The sun rose high in the sky and blinded me as I nearly tripped and fell over a giant rock. My sneaker slid against the moss, and I just barely caught myself before faceplanting. My blonde ringlets fell in front of my face and I brushed them away, annoyed.

I stopped for a moment to bask in the sun. I loved the sun. My skin warmed under it's light and I welcomed it graciously. Then, I continued my trek. My parents told me I'm not allowed to come to this part of the forest, but who are we kidding, I'm obviously going to.

I stepped over more rocks, and I finally made it to the clearing I've been searching for. It's a ginormous plot of open land that is overgrown with many different kinds of weeds and flowers. The most bizarre thing though, is the lotus tree that stands in the very center. It had just bloomed, the gorgeous pink and purple flowers standing out against the green of the forest. I made my way towards it, cautious of the rubble laying under the weeds.

My parents told me many stories of this place. The myths. The legends. How there was a king and queen whose love was so passionate it caused a fire that burned down the entire palace. That the tree grew where they died in each other's arms. As I reached the tree, I placed my hand on its skinny trunk and stared at it for a while.

Then I took a step back and really examined my surroundings. I was supposed to believe that an entire palace was here, plus a village? I scoffed. Yeah, right. I kept moving along until I saw something shiny glinting in the distance. I ran up to it and reached down to pick the shining object up.

It was a necklace, more specifically, a locket. It was in the shape of a lotus. I held it up. It was surprisingly shiny. I wonder how long it's been here. So shiny in fact, I could see my ice blue eyes staring at me through the reflection. Which always puzzled me, considering no one in my family has blue eyes. I shook the thought off, and shoved the locket in my pocket. It's pretty, I might wear it.

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