The trees crowd around her, blocking out the grey sky and anything that may lie beyond the forest. Rain silently drizzles down, and mist swirls eerily, just out of reach.
The girl lies on the mossy ground, her dress spread out around her, crying quietly. Placing both palms on the ground, she heaves herself up onto her knees, then stands.
She lifts her face to the rain, the sweet coldness coating her and dampening her hair.
Everything is grey.
No.
Everything is silver.
She walks over to the nearest tree; they are tall, no hope of catching the chain on a branch. So instead, she pulls back her arm, and throws the pendant against the trunk of the tree.
It happens in slow motion.
The locket hits the tree, and all there is to hear is a dull, high ringing. Shards scatter through the air, shining silver daggers.
And then dark, black smoke billows from the spot where the necklace hit the bark.
Two things happen at once.
The chain drops from the girl's hand.
And she blinks.
Her eyes are silver.
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Silver
Truyện NgắnA short, almost poem like story of a curse, a locket, and a girl with white eyes.
