Dystopian Locket

"Alessia, take this to your Aunt Fredi. She will know what to do." My Mom placed the silver heart-shaped locket in my hand.

I gaped at the locket, dumbfounded. I had tried to play dress up when I was eleven years old with this same locket and my Mom had ripped me a new one. Now, she was handing over her most prized possession without hesitation. I didn't feel worthy of her trust.

"You need to leave now. The Tarvic know about the locket and are on their way."