I stared at it long and hard.
It was the last thing I have of her.
It was the last thing she gave anyone.
I swore, I slammed the key on the table next to my bed and walked away to my cliff, laid on my back and stared at the star that matched the key that I left home.
I had developed a habit, and a strange one at that. I talked to the star, I was like her before we broke her, bright, sparkly, beautiful. Yet you might not notice it right away, but after you did it seemed like the you were stupid for overlooking it. It was her star and it would be forever.
As I walked back home I wondered how I could fulfill my promise to myself, to her.
I had found her keys the day after she died. I had gone to her home to see if she might still be there if I was imagining things. But I wasn't she was still dead, she wasn't alive and was just too lazy to come to the Guild again, she was dead.
She knew well enough that if she brought her keys with her when, when you know that they would probably try to stop to stop her, and if they didn't succeed the guildmates would pillage her body for them and sell them off to the highest bidder.
I promised her that I would use the last gift she gave me, I promised myself, I swore on her star.
A/N: Haha, Bet this got your blood running in anticipation. In all honesty this will be part of the story but I have no intention of posting any more parts of the story until I'm done writing chapter 9 because I hope to write a new chapter every week, and post a new one and if something happens I can still post chapters without having to write new ones hope you enjoyed and will keep a look out for the next story How To Fix A Broken Key