The Echoes of Antroopa | Part 1

When it rains, you can feel that the air is filled with thescent of damp earth, a common phenomenon all around the world. However, here inAntroopa, the scent of pine adds an extra aroma, creating a smell that I’veassociated with it my entire life. It happened when I was in the quietsanctuary of the village library, carefully organizing some old books, feelingthe delicate paper under my fingertips. The afternoon sun was shining and itcast long shadows across the wooden floorboards. Suddenly, the peaceful silencewas broken when Maya hurried in, the little bell above the door ringingfrantically. Her cheeks were bright and red from the cold autumn air; her eyeswere showing an excitement.

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“Elara, you have to see this,” She whispered, her voice
filled with urgency. She opened her small palm to reveal a silver locket,
shaped like a leaf. A leaf that you can see on the finest fig trees,
well-shaped and perfectly designed with 3 parts. It wasn’t new and shiny; it
was tarnished with age, suggesting it had been lost for a very long time. I
took it from her reluctantly as I wanted to finish my own job and didn’t intend
to get away from my task. The locket was surprisingly heavy and cool against my
skin. An intricate engraving of a single, winding vine covered its surface, a design
I had never seen before. It felt important to explore a heavy story that I
didn’t know, but gradually it piqued my interest in learning more about that
untold story.

Just then, Old Man Hemlock walked by the library window, his
back stooped with effort as he carried a giant pumpkin. He was heading to the
village square for the annual harvest festival competition. It was a week that
a wave of excitement had swept through Antroopa because of the festival, but my
mind was suddenly consumed and lost by the object that I was holding in my
hand. “Why did you bring it to me, and where did you find it?” I asked Maya. “I
just felt that you may be interested in it, you are the only one who cares
about old things. It was hung from a branch in the woods.” Maya answered in a
state of shock, and she probably asked herself why did I bring it here?

This locket belonged to someone once. It had been held,
worn, and loved. I asked myself, did Maya really find it somewhere in the
woods, or had this locket found me? A deep curiosity settled in my heart. I
needed to find out who it belonged to and what was the story behind it?

Written by N.Sh

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