Chapter 132: Sashimi
Slung over Mike's chest resting against his heart hung a delicate necklace strung with soft sky blue thread holding a small simple locket safely inside.
Within the locket rested tiny broken jewel fragments chipped gently from Mimi's old magic staff and small polished pieces taken from Bart's favorite simple accessories small precious pieces of the friends they had lost forever close to him wherever he went.
Mike lifted one finger pressing it softly against the closed locket pressing a gentle silent kiss against the cold metal before straightening his posture fully.
In his hands he carried his rifle steady familiar and secure the weapon that had served him well through every fight every escape every dark moment of their journey.
He crossed to the empty quiet far end of the deck lifting the rifle slowly aiming upward toward the clear early morning sky.
Bang bang.
