A glint skipped through her blue eyes and her necklace’s gem together.
“Hello.” She sneered and crept closer, pulling her sword from her sheath. She pointed it at my chest.
“Kat, don’t do this.” I shook my head, slowly.
“Kat.” She repeated the foreign word.
The snow was really falling now, but she didn’t seem to notice.
“Kat, it’s me.”
“Kat.” She laughed again.
“Take off the necklace.”
She swung her sword.
The glint rolled through again. Her eyes set me on edge.
Blue eyes.
I lunged forward and reached for the necklace, but she responded quickly. She sliced a large cut into my arm.
“This necklace was a gift from my mother. How dare you!” She screeched. She drove her sword forward, but I dodged it.
Kat had never known her mother. She had abandoned her before Kat even knew how to speak. Had she found the necklace within her mother’s jewelry box- the only thing Kat possessed of her mother’s? Would Kat’s mother have been so cruel as to curse something and give it to her? I wouldn’t doubt it.
Over the years, we had shaken the locked box, curious as to what lay inside. We deducted that only one object could be there. Kat must’ve somehow opened it and finally retrieved this necklace.
Blue eyes. Kat looked strange with blue eyes. I couldn’t handle it.
Did Kat’s mother have blue eyes?
Kat swung again, and I took the opportunity to snatch the necklace. The string ripped, and I grasped the rock, but her sword cut into my chest at the same moment.
The necklace and I fell to the ground.
“Cold,” I remember muttering. The snow was cold. It lay all around me. Red snow. Everywhere. Wet.
I opened my eyes long enough to see two concerned brown ones, inches from my own.
