A Legacy

She opened her fingers, revealing the pendant. The blue sapphire shone up at her like a bright eye. The eye of her mother, her grandmother, her great-grandmother.

It weighed heavily against her, a reminder of her family. She remembered her mother's weak fingers dropping it into her eight-year-old hands. Such a privilege to own, such an honor to have.

A legacy.

She leaned over the well, looking at her hazy reflection. The responsibilities of her ancestors whispered in her ears, and she held out her hand.

The pendant fell for a long time before splashing in the dark waters below.