"D-don't you dare touch me!" Emera pulls a knife, her vibrant red hair flowing in the wind, trying to look tough she stands in a fighting position.
"Wow, so you aren't just a tiny little ginger! By the way, you should hide that locket, everyone is looking for new ways to make money!" with that he runs of as Emera looks at her gold locket with a silver lining her very dark brown eyes close as she holds her locket, then she disappeared.
This story is for fun so don't give me your "opinion" if you don't got anything nice to say then don't say it at all is my point!