It has been one day since grandma died, everything became silent. Grandma was my only keen,grandma told me that my parents died in an accident , as so i thought untill she died.I could still remember her cold fragile hand resting against mine,I could still hear her telling me......

"here is the key to everything, protect it with all your life ,don't let it fall into the wrong hands"grandma said with her last breath asshe passed me an old pouch , her hand suddenly lost grip and her eyes began to close.Her fragile voice lingured around still.It was only when grandmas funeral have been taken care of then i opened the pouch.As i reached for it ,i felt a cold sensation ,never had i guessed it was a crystle.