Taking a deep breath, I held the ancient necklace in my hand, happy that I was able to, now that the deathly magic and soul no longer resided in it. My thumb traced over the S engraved into the metal. Memories of his coaching and teaching flashed through my eyes, of how he cared for my well being unlike anyone else before. I was a troubled child and while all the Founders were patient with me, he was the most understanding. Salazar’s own life wasn’t pretty with his own overbearing parents and loss of his wife. He would tell me stories of his years, causing my already curious nature to spark further. The nights where we would train and watch over Sica made tears well up in my eyes. With a deep breath to clear the water in my eyes, a simple flick of my thumb unlocked the latch. The locket slowly opened from the tension in the spring.