Teardrop was waiting again.

  After the death of its last holder, it hadn't really expected for a descendant to find it again. But, it seems, things are changing again.

  A descendant had moved close by. By the look and feel of its soul, it wasn't just any descendant - it was one of Merlin's. Rare, especially so far away from the Source, for one of his to show up. And it wasn't even Awakened. But Teardrop would take what it could get - it was wasting away with no user or holder, and if it got any more restless, it would probably cause a hurricane again.

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  The little descendant was moving closer now. Teardrop had no eyes to see it, but it could feel the thing's soul coming close. All it had to do now was drop out of the Realm and into the thing's hands, where it would no doubt be compelled to put it on. After all, Teardrop was one of the original Amulets. No one in their right minds would ever give up th chance to hold it.

  Its soul was so close now. Tantalizingly close. Just a few ore moments and - there! It's right below where Teardrop rests, shifting and roiling. The poor thing had probably never even seen soul energy, with how its own soul tried to escape from it. That just cemented the plan.

  With a thought, Teardrop fell out of the Realm, crashing on top of the little descendant. Finally, it was here, and ready to be used again.