Unlocking the door to her apartment, Melanie stumbled inside. All day she had felt off- as if her equilibrium had been shifted. She dropped her bag on the floor, kicked off her shoes and made way for the small kitchen. Sighing, she open a cabinet to grab a glass. After a day like this, two glasses of wine was a must.

Setting down the glass and making her way to the wine cooler, a flash of white light appeared from the corner of her eye. She paused, assuming she was absolutely going crazy, but looked over her shoulder. Nothing out of the ordinary - except. There, blending slightly to the island in the kitchen, an envelope. She looked over her older shoulder to the stack of mail she planned to get to, then looked again to the single envelope on the counter, brows furrowed in confusion.

She reached for the envelope, flipped it back and forth- nothing. No name, no address, no stamp. Melanie slipped her nail under the seal, ripping it open. She pulled out a small, folder piece of paper. Peering around the room through her brows, she unfolded it.

Written in her sloppy cursive-

“Lanie,

This will sound a little strange, but I need your help.

I’ll explain more upon your arrival but to keep it short…

Mom left you a crystal necklace - I chucked mine when she gave me mine - lets just say our relationship here was not as lovely as yours.

The fate of my world lays within that crystal.

Please bring it with you.

x, Lanie

ps. Use your closet.”

Lanie.

Lanie. Lanie. Lanie.

The only person in the world who called her that was dead.

Melanie starred at the paper, hands shaking. The thoughts in her head screaming and pounding. She let the letter drop to the floor as she sprinted to her room. With shaking hands and breaths, she began digging through her jewelry box for the crystal necklace. At the bottom, the full white crystal lay. She pulled it out, hands still shaking as she held it out in front of her.

How could a crystal save a world? This avocado pit sized rock dangling from a silver chain. This made no sense.

She watched it dangle for a few heartbeats, shifting through the thoughts in her head. Peering over her shoulder, her breath caught as another flash of white spilled from under her closet door. This could not be real. She stalked to the closet, necklace still dangling from her hand and reached for the doorknob.