I sat on the couch smiling with my grandparents, without comprehending a word they spoke. I was too frightened. There was a stranger who knew my identity. Aero was no longer my home. I never wanted to return to the land that had me killed, and yet, their hatred brought them across dimensions back to me.
I dug my fingernails into my palm to stop my body from shaking.
“Is something wrong, Ambar?” My granny asked, “You looked pale.” I shook my head in denial. I was too afraid to speak. She smiled. “You must be tired. Come, granddaddy and I have a present for you.” Her soft hands calmed me, as she put a beautiful necklace around my neck. It was a plain metal chain, with the most exquisite blue gem dangling as a pendent. It seemed to be dappled with all the colours of the sky, from the purple shades of dawn, to the fiery hues of dusk. “When I saw this necklace, I thought of you.” She said. “Ambar is Sanskrit for the ‘Blue Sky’, so I thought the necklace suited you well.” She kissed me gently on the cheek, as my granddad hugged me tight.
“It will keep you safe.” My grandaddy winked in a cheeky boyish manner, as he patted me softly on my head. At that moment my fear degenerated.
However the bitter sad melody of the piano continued to bring tears of incomprehensible remorse to my eyes night after night.
“We will rise and fall and die
with the moon, the sun, and sky.”