On a cold winter night, a small child sat by as a red moon shone brightly over the frozen lawn. He held an old watch. Its glass face was cracked, but it was as reliable as the turning of tides. It had been a gift from a long-lost sweetheart.
Mmkay, don't like the long lost sweetheart thing. The kid got the watch from his great-uncle or his grandfather on his mother's side.
The pocket watch:
Round, made of brushed gold metal. The face is old and the roman numerals look hand-drawn. The glass is cracked cleanly down the middle. Has an engraving on the back that says something.
Its powers:
It's broken to prevent it from being used. The kid is actually really old, but the watch is keeping him from aging. Since the clock stopped, the effects of the passing of time stopped for the kid as well.
She used to live next to the lonely old mansion, but it had been centuries since he'd last seen her. He often wondered if she was still alive as well. No matter. His promise stood, and until the world could manage to kill an angel.
Fortunately, it seemed the Clan...
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