Words Unleashed

Great.  I say words unleashed and think about the video game "The Force Unleashed."  Oh  well.  There's not I can do about it now can I?  Except write.  So without further ado....
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The tiny old woman with the ginger streaked white hair was walking home from the bakers when she discovered her calling.  Called Granny by everyone in the village she had spent her whole life believing that she had something more to offer the world.  Something big.  But when she past middle age she began to believe that she was mistaken.  Happy that she had not decided to put off having a child while awaiting her destiny she had raised a small squalling baby into a well-adjusted, to her mind anyway, young woman. 

So now the fifty three year old woman walked down the street of the village, happily clutching the letter the baker, also the village postmaster, had received from her daughter.

That was when she saw it.  It was small.  A glowing piece of rock.  At least is glowed to her eyes.  Looking around she saw three people pass by without a single glance.  And she knew.  Her calling resided with that rock.  Hobbling over to it she carefully crouched down and picked it up.  It felt warm in her hands, the green glow changing to a warm purple.  Smiling she put it into her basket, nestling it next to the still warm loaves of good wheat bread and finished on her way home.

She never saw the man watching from the alleyway.  She never saw his narrow green eyes sparkle with malicious intent.  "It is done.  It won't be long now."  Looking up at the darkening sky he smiled, drawing his black cloak further around his shoulders.  "I did try to warn her.  Long ago.  Now her mother has found her calling.  It won't be pretty.  But things worth doing seldom are until the end."  Taking a locket out from under his cloak, it's thin golden chain cold against his pale skin he touched it to his lips and tucked it away again.