Nila's body slowly returned to normal as she shivered.
Her mother couldn't possibly have been alive… could she?
"W-What's in the box?!" She whirled around, hoping it might have been some sort of clue.
Solomon also reverted to his human body.
Standing in the middle of his siblings, he cracked open the lid of the ornate box and stared inside.
Nestled beside each other were four necklaces. Each one had an initial carved beneath it to indicate who it was for.
Taped to the underside of the lid was a note. On it was the most beautiful handwriting that Solomon had ever seen.
With these, you lay them to rest. And know that you are their last hope to write the great wrongs.
Solomon's siblings all returned to normal as they crowded around the box.
Nila picked up the necklace above her initial. It was a gaudy thing of gold and burgundy. It looked more like something her aunt would wear rather than a warrior like her.
Still, she put it on. At the very least, it matched her clothes.
