'Gone… They're gone…'
Those were the only thoughts running through my head as I stared at my hands that were completely bare.
The sheer shock that some random ass guy STOLE my rings. My fathers last gift, and my mother's heirloom, which was secretly a heritage of a divine nature.
Both of these items were important to me not for the power they held, nor the status they gave, but because of the people they came from, and what those people mean to me.
Yet now, they were who knows where in the hands of some bastard who doesn't deserve either of them for any reason, and likely only took them because they were pretty.
"Hehe… Hehahaha…"
I started to laugh. And not in a good way. I laughed in an insane manner, as my mind began to lose itself.
The elder sat beside me shifted away from me slightly in fear and shame as I did so.
