Heather Nye

The Locket

160032 “At last!” Roared Ivan, holding the precious piece of heart-shaped jewellery triumphantly above his head, clutching it tightly in his enormous grip. He glowered in the rays of pure adoration flooding from his audience, faces of all ages beamed up at him and oh how they cheered, the thunderous applause shook the very foundations they were standing on. Finally, the locket had been restored. As Ivan waved his mighty fist high above the crowd, he felt the coliseum walls shake around him, he thought he had known power, this, this was true power. Ivan threw his head back, allowing his booming, terrible war cry to carry his people’s cheers to new heights, the pillars continued to shake and splinter around the chaos. Feet stamped, hunters roared, family’s cheered - the atmosphere was nothing short of electric, and Ivan could feel it all, it surged through him like a bolt of lightning, splintering into every fibre of his body. It was better than anything he’d felt before, he never wanted it to end, he revelled greedily in the applause, as the dead Earth continued to shake and tremble beneath them.