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Lydia peered up at the treetops above her through teary vision, pale morning light shimmering through the leaves. It was only a small while into the day yet she was already lost. She glanced over her shoulder in the direction she assumed her house was and wiped her eyes, sniffling. While running away was purposeful, she couldn't help but feel homesick. Especially after stumbling through a seemingly endless forest for what could only be hours. Though, that coupled with the fact that she wanted to be anywhere else but home, left her feeling sick to her stomach. She continued forwards nevertheless. Nothing but a vast expanse of thick, dense trees and bushes surrounded Lydia on every side. What light filtered through the treetops was tinted a

Delicate eyebrows rested above her wounded blue eyes. Silky, brown hair cascaded down her back, kept out of her face by two fragile braids that met as a crown of umber. Her clothes consisted solely of a worn, white nightgown, the bottom and sleeves of which were coated in a thin layer of musty dirt, small tears scattered here-and-there from snagging branches. She carried nothing with her but a small trinket clenched in her fist. It was a rounded, vibrant, blue gem bordered by intricate gold-bronze metal. There were tiny holes on the edges where a chain would be

She had several small cuts and bruises on her arms and legs due to tripping and stumbling over roots along the way. She sat herself down on the tree, looking down at the the gem in her hands. Lydia held it up to the brightening morning sky, smiling slightly as she observed the light gleam through the opalescent blue gem. The metal lining seemed to almost glow with the precious gem. She had inherited it from her mother, which she had never even met. Her father had told stories about her, but that was the extent of her knowledge. The gem gave her a chance to relate to her mother despite Lydia having been too young to have any memories of