*A piece of white paper is tacked carefully to the cork boards tonight. On this piece of paper hangs a thin, delicate looking chain of silver. As you follow the chain down you come across the pendent it holds. The pendant is of a little dragon, seeming to stand on a rose. It seems to made from delicate blue crystals in different shades of blue still, a bit of sapphires seen in them. This necklace will not come off for just anyone. It will only come off for the one who gave it to it's last wearer. Under it in light letters, as if written in blood, is one word.*
sorry
sorry
