My hand suddenly found itself constrained, kept from its desired path of motion.
I simply pushed harder, felt the sudden freedom. Then came a clang.
My necklace slides smoothly off my neck.
Frozen still, my mind raced.
My hand. The Necklace. Noise.
Broken.
Slowly, I examine the necklace as it remains: a long chain with a clasp at one end, but nowhere to close it.
I try anyways.
The necklace slips back into my palm, just as I feared.
I feel my identity slipping away from me.
Still worse though, is that I have lost my protection against the Nargles.
