A soft light poured into the dark room, covering a 21 year old girl in a grayish glow. She slowly opened her eyes and pushed her blonde hair out of her face. "Maaaaan. 10am again? Blah." Since she was already awake, she just decided to get up. 10 minuets later, she had showered and was completely dressed.

Fire blazed in the skies. Only a slight warning for what was going to happen in a few weeks. A group of four adventures looked up at the blotted sun. The elf sighed and shook his head. The red haired demon sat down and picked at the ground. The dwarf and kinder sat down too. "We better get moving. We don't have too long to rest." The young elf sighed. "May the God's help us all."

"Ello Miss Dayna, woat will it beh today?" Dayna loved the coffee man's accent, too bad she couldn't remember where it was from. She smiled to herself as she took her usual cup of hot vanilla cocoa. This thing was sooo good, especially on a day such as this. Just as she thought that, lightning lit up the whole sky. Dayna shivered and left the hut.
Man I hate these storms, she thought to herself. So creepy. She sighed and put her hood up. She raced home, hoping not to get too soaked. Throwing the door open, she noticed the room was a mess. "Kylala!!!!" she screamed for her dog. She heard a slight whimper coming from her room. Sensing that something was wrong, she walked slowly and silently, hand on her pepper spray. Her bedroom door hung from the bottom hinge. Kylala was tied up in a corner. The whole place was trashed, almost like... Dayna grabbed her necklace. No impossible. She sniffed the air and walked over to her dog. As she began to untie the golden retriever, she noticed a scrap of paper that didn't have her hand writing on it. The symbols were odd but she could somehow read them. Folding the paper and putting it in her pocket, she finished untying her dog.
With Kylala racing around happily, she straightened things up. Her jewelry box was lying under her bed, jewelry thrown all around the floor. So they were looking for my necklace, good thing I never take it off. She pulled out the necklace and glanced at it. It was small and round, like a coin. Three sapphires, hung from the bottom, evenly spaced, and a ruby slept in the center. It was the last heirloom of her mother, who had died in a fire when Dayna was only 12.
She smiled sadly and placed her jewelry box back onto her night stand. Now to fix the door. She looked down at her pendant and then slowly placed it back inside her shirt. I still wonder why they'd want this. Sighing she picked up the second hinge and began to fix the door. She could remember the day she got it like it was yesterday. It was a cold night, exactly like this. Her Mother was lying in the bed, with Dayna holding her hand. The fever had gotten worse. It won't be long now. Her breathing was slowing down and her face was swollen red. The room seemed to spin faster and faster. Lydia, that was her mother's name, began convulsing, then lay still. Dayna held back her tears. That was when she noticed the silver box.

It seemed to glow, brighter and brighter. Dayna blinked to try and clear her mind. No, it wasn't a trick. The light WAS growing. The small child reached out her trembling hand, fearing the light would singe her. She snatched up the box in that final moment, and opened it. The light disappeared and a paper drifted to the floor.

This is what kept me alive all this while. It holds power beyond your reasoning. Our fore mothers were given the power to protect it from evil
hands. With this, the world can be destroyed. Protect it with your life force, for one day, they will come to claim it. Never let it out of your
sight dear child, or we all will be driven mad.

Dayna sighed. I guess this was in the fates.