The Amulet

Between my feet the last flower, once so beautiful and delicate, crumbles into dust. What was 

once a prosperous society has become nothing but a barren wasteland. The worst part, though, 

isn't the fact that everything and everyone I love is dead, or even the fact that I did it myself. It's 

that I could have saved them. I could have saved all of them... but I failed. I failed the whole

 world. And now, here I am standing and looking out at what I did. And to think that all of this 

started with that stupid amulet...

I throw it into the dust and let it sit there. It stops glowing. It knows that it's job is done and that

 it can rest. I crush it under my boot, fall to my knees and begin to cry "What have I done..." over

 and over as if I expect an answer. I don't. I expect the piercing silence that I have cursed myself 

with. The piercing silence that I will be cursed with for as long as I live.