Caspar was staring at the girl a few desks away. He could barely listen. He was much too concerned with the silky, golden locks flowing down her delicate shoulders. The sparkling blue crystals forming the iris of her eyes. The pink and purple strokes of paint forming the petals on her curvy dress. Isabella. The most beautiful girl he had ever known.

He often wondered about his father. What kind of person was he? What happened to him? All he had left of him was the amulet he wore around his neck. He never took it off. When he wore it, he felt like he was still with him, watching over him, even though he never met him. Aside from that, his mom would tell him never to take it off. He didn’t know why, but he kept it on anyway.

Caspar looked after him as they walked. He didn’t realize he was wearing something so important. It had always reminded him of his father. When he held it, he felt connected to him, as though he wasn’t lost. It always gave him a sense of hope. He didn’t know it held the fate of a world within its settings.