A figure appeared from the shadows. His hair was jet black, and he wore a suit of black, with the colors of the universe embedded in the fabric. His eyes were a midnight blue, spires of black encircling the pupil. There was a large scar on his left cheek, the white contrasting the tan of his skin. His teeth were sharp, and he spoke with a raucous voice.
"Was I called?" Tarek teased, hovering slightly above the ground. The question was obviously rhetorical; no one answered. "I do appreciate the festivities, they are wonderful. Much better than last year, if I dare comment. Now, shall we get on with the ceremony?" Iris nodded. She continued with her speech, and finally finished.
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"...And with that, I present the gift of our village." Iris held up the shell, waiting for a response.
Tarek took the shell. "It is intricate..." he trailed off. Something had caught his eye. It was the necklace that Iris wore. It had suddenly started to glow. "If you don't mind me asking, where did you get that necklace?"
Iris was slightly shocked. "I got it from my mother, though I never knew her."
"...Interesting."
"Why do you ask?"
"Oh, no reason. It just caught my eye."
The after-ceremony festivities began. Iris's friends crowded her, congratulating her on her speech, and questioning about her necklace. Iris wasn't sure why it had happened as well.
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Iris got pulled aside, only to be faced with Tarek himself.
"What's wrong?" Iris questioned, upon seeing the doubting look on Tarek's face.
"Are you sure you got that necklace from your mother?"
"Yeah, why?"
Rarely pulled out an identical necklace from under his shirt, and held it up. "This is why."
Iris, still confused, questioned him again.
"And? It could just be a duplication. It doesn't mean anything."
"Yes it does. If it was a duplication, it would have shattered upon entering the festival."
"So... what are you implying?"
Tarik took a deep breath. "You are my sister."
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Hey guys, Author here! I don't know how this part of the story turned out, but I think it did pretty good!
~Author
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