The Firestone Ring
By: Shallan
A/N: I decided to tack this onto A' Clagh Aile Fainey as an epilogue, rather than having it by itself.
Disclaimer: See chapter one.
A young woman with long red hair and bright emerald green eyes sat in her kitchen staring at the ring on the third finger of her left hand, frustrated. Why does the stone glow when I touch it? Lily had been asking herself that question over and over for the past year.
Rising from the table, she walked to her steadily growing library, having decided to see if she could find anything about firestones.
It had been a year since James and Lily had announced their engagement, and were now happily married.
Lily pulled several books that looked promising from the bookshelves, and began flipping through.
Towards the end of the fourth book, Lily nearly passed what she was looking for. Brushing back strands of hair, she read:
Firestones are always a deep red, and look almost like a ruby. There is not much known about firestones, only that when one's true love touches the stone, it will give off a golden light.
Lily's lips curved.