The Blackheart
Ravellan shuddered as she raised her lantern higher. There it was- after all those years trying to find it (trying to find a way to kill it), she finally had it.
"Ravellan? Solhei just sent in the coordinates for that White Volcano."
"Good," the blonde said.
The Blackheart glittered in the lantern light, facets catching the white glow and turning into blood red glimmers. The silver chain, the black, faceted, heart-shaped gem...
It was exactly the way Solhei had said it would be.
"Is that it?"
Ravellan turned, facing her companion. Manaba was a few inches taller than she was, and the other woman had skin like concrete, despite appearing perfectly human anyway. Incidentally, she also had the gift of flight- something Ravellan shared. Sometimes. When she had the fuel for it (having only the powers other people believed you had could go two ways: you wound up with omnipotence, or you wound up only able to turn into a gerbil, and there was no in between) (despite the common beliefs fluctuating constantly between the two).
"Yeah. That's it," Ravellan said.
"Here's hoping nobody's stupid enough to put it on,"
"The Blackheart is an Artifact, it only works for it's Bearer."
"That's what I'm worried about," Manaba muttered, stepping forward tossing the Blackheart into the containment capsule with one gloved hand.
"Let's just get to the volcano. If we fail at tossing a necklace into a pit of lava Solhei will never let me hear the end of it."
"I'm tempted to miss just to see the look on your face."
"Don't you dare."
"Relax, 'Vell, I would never."