Whispers of Fortune, Echoes of Courage

Previously

…Lily stood alone in the dusty quiet, the locket warm in her hand, the parchment clutched in her other. The rain had stopped, and a weak ray of sunlight, hesitant at first, began to filter through the attic window, illuminating the dancing dust motes like tiny, golden fairies. She looked at the locket again. It felt different now, as if it had awakened from a long slumber. And she had a feeling, a tingly, exciting feeling, that this was just the beginning of her adventure. She had a treasure to find, and a town full of forgotten stories waiting to be uncovered. Even if it involved potentially inedible cakes and the constant grumbling of a territorial squirrel.