She remembers that day perfectly, as if it happened yesterday.
It was the first time in three months she had visited her grandmother. She’d been busy with school and work and she’d only took the time to visit because she received a phone call that her grandmother was getting ready to go. That day, she sat in the white plastic chair next to her grandmother’s bed, her grandmother sat against the antique wooden headboard with cornflower carving while her fingers laced with her granddaughter’s.
“I love you, grandma.” She said.
Her grandmother smiled, let go of her hand and pulled the ring off of her finger. With trembling hands, she handed the ring over. “This ring has been in the family for centuries. It is said to protect the person wearing it.”
“Protect from what?” She asked.
“Powers.” She frowned as her grandmother patted the back of her hand. “Powers that very few people today knows about.”
“And you’re telling me this now?”
“I have been sensing it for a while.” She rested her head on pillow. Her lips trembled and eyes rolled back. With her last breath, she said, “Wear the ring, protect the power,” and went limp.
“Grandma?” She shook her grandmother while screaming, “Nurse, help!” A woman rushed into the room and began doing CPR but it was too late.
Now, she sits at her desk, staring at the ring on her middle finger. Just what kind of powers was her grandmother talking about?