Part Seventeen

Gift?



The next day, Tristin gave me something: a medallion. It was oval, rimmed in gold, and divided into six sections. The gold dividing it radiated from a hole set above the center. It gave the effect of the sun shining down at the ground. The sections were teal in color.

“I want you to have this,” he said upon presenting it.

“What for?” I asked. Do you blame me?

“My dad got it in Greece. He said it’s for good luck, but it only lasts for a while. Then you have to give it to someone else so they can have the luck. It seemed to work for me, and now I want you to have it.”

“Wow, thanks!” I said. “Though, I’m not sure I believe the luck thing.”

Trist shrugged. He had a twinkle in his eye when he said, “Me neither.”

We brawled after that.


 
Good luck, eh?