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She stared blankly at the girl before her, icy-blue eyes betraying her emotions. She made to reach out with her hand, but decided against it, her hand hanging limply by her side instead. She turned away slightly, her black hair forming a curtain around her pale face.

"Is it…"

The silence spoke volumes. Lids closed over cerulean eyes, as their owner let out a slight sigh. "Is there no convincing you otherwise?"

The other girl's voice was tight, rigid; no longer flowing like the current would over the smooth rocks. "I can't. You know as well as I do that family problems…are family problems."

The first's lips curved slightly. "Don't we all know," she replied, an undertone of bitterness evident in her voice.

"I wish that our friendship didn't have to end this way," she murmured, her consciousness delving back into her memory, until the time she had first met the girl: observing her writing her stories, marveling at her exquisite choice of words and her skill in weaving an intricate story. Soon, she had taken the courage to talk to her, and the two formed an almost unbreakable bond of friendship. It was almost surreal how the two just…clicked.

She should have known that the companionship wouldn't last for long with her other duties: being a huntress, training and her own job as both a student and a teacher. Slowly, they had begun to drift apart, both wrapped up in their own little worlds, until the news was broken.

She shook herself out of her reverie, staring at the other girl. "I understand," she said softly, before bringing her hand upwards, revealing the silver bracelet adorning her wrist. "Remember me, won't you?"

The other girl's silver attire glimmered in the setting sun. "I've never forgotten you, you know. Ever since you initiated that first conversation, we practically clicked as friends. I never thought that my…"

She understood, shifting her posture to mirror her friend. She finally moved to grip the other girl's wrist, upturning the hand and depositing an item she had kept hidden in her clenched fist.

The other girl stared at her in astonishment. She had expected the reason to be controlled anger, but it appeared she had had an ulterior motive. She took a closed look at the item resting in her palm.

She lifted the delicate chain up, tiny interlocking links clinking together harmoniously as she did so. The sunlight glanced off the necklace, allowing a better view of the precious piece of jewellery.

The necklace was beautiful. Tiny golden links formed the chain, made with regards to the quality. It was clear that it had been worked on with care and utmost precision, as the links were all identical, with no defects whatsoever. The necklace's clasp was just as breath-taking. Two hooks intertwined themselves to fasten the necklace around the wearer's neck. The hooks had a deeper meaning to them, the other girl realized, as she twisted one of them at a different angle. Two crescent moons, made of pure silver, shone in the reflected rays of the Sun as she held them in her fingers. The pendant of the necklace, though, was the piece de resistance. An orchid gemstone hung suspended in the middle of the necklace by one delicate link fused with the jewel. She gazed at it, noting the silvery streak that curved itself into the shape of a bow.

She stared at the other girl, who had a blank expression on her face.

"It's been a long time, since you've used Pluto's blessing, E."

The other girl stared at her. "It wasn't Pluto's blessing. Apparently, Aphrodite's inheritance has a lot more potential than we all realized."

She clasped the necklace around her neck, letting the amethyst rest on her collarbone. The gemstone began radiating a sense of warmth and friendship, much like the presence of her friend.

The other girl gestured to the necklace. "So you have something to remember me by, even if it's for a little while."

"I'll miss you," she chose to reply. The other girl made no sound, letting another silence descend amongst the pair.

"Goodbye," E murmured, as the other girl disappeared in a flash of silver and purple.

A sudden crack of lightning, and the field was empty.