Luxin looked at her, obviously confused. He handed the locket back. The dark-haired 16-year old didn't know exactly what the girl was trying to tell him, but he didn't like it. His mother had died when he turned 11, and the two of them had lived in the city, alone, since he could remember. He had met his father once or twice in that time, and the two kept a respectful relationship. His father had him taught some basics, but beyond that Lux had been on his own. After his mother passed, he ended up living alone and barely making it by. Then, his father had come to him with the sword. Luxin had taken it, with the promise he wouldn't return.
