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January 19, 2011
Small and perfect, that's what it was. The size of a plum, but rounder. The colour of the earth after an autumn rain, but shinier.

It felt heavy and important in her hand. She slowly turned it over, pondering the interminable journey this beautiful object had made in the 3000 years since it had been forged.

Now it was hers, and she knew this made her significant somehow, but no one had told her what her role was to be. Could she live up to what was expected of her? What would happen if she messed up?

She was terrified.