Impressions

Each anxious step became increasingly excruciating as she neared her destination. It wasn't just the weight of the locket that she was carrying around her neck, it was the coldness of its touch, which pierced through her skin and crept into her bones, circling her entrails till the only feeling she knew was a gut wrenching panic. She wasn’t afraid of death, but she was afraid of dying before she accomplished the task that had been assigned to her, that of handing the locket over to its rightful custodian. The locket itself belonged to nobody; it could only be guarded until the time came when its powers would be needed no more on this earth. It was forged from the fire that burnt within the first human soul, and embedded within its tiny oval shaped form was the last remaining life source of humanity. Twelve such lockets were forged at the beginning of mankind, eleven of them perished during cataclysmic events over the centuries. The destruction of each locket marked the fu...