A small shop filled with jewelry of all kinds, from the cheapest of copper bracelets to the beauty of mithril rings. All around me was splendor, riches, and the envious gazes of those who came to peruse the wares, only to leave empty handed or with something that was not what they wished.

Currently I was observing a young man, he couldn't have been older than eighteen, attempting to haggle with the shopkeeper over a silver ring he wanted for his sweetheart.

I snickered inwardly as he was rebuked multiple times and showed the copper items, far more in line with the little man's budget. It didn't disway the young man, who went on for another fifteen or so minutes before he left in a huff, vowing the shopkeep would run the day he crossed " Bartholomew James."

I'm not sure why, but it was that name that finally did me in and I began laughing like a drunkard well into his cups, snorting and coughing the entire time.

Luckily for me no one could hear it, not a soul would look at the foolish laughing fit. Oh, not because they wouldn't have if they could, but because I had no real ability to communicate. The downside to being a literal ornament, or accessory to be worn and hidden away.

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That's right, I am a ring. A piece of jewelry to be sold to some baboon willing to fork over a pittance of what I was truly worth.

Was it my fault my beautiful circular body was marred with dents and scratches from poor craftsmanship? Or worse still that I wasn't even made from copper, but tin, fucking tin!

The bumbling buffoon that ran this store only had me on display at all because I was made by his clumsy moron of a son!

Rather, the body was. My awareness; my mind, came from me. Somehow I'd reincarnated into this trashy little ring rather than an actual body.

I didn't let it get me down of course, I have never once spent a year lamenting my existence and wishing for death. No siree, not me.

Coughing mentally over my own monologue I focused once again on the customers, hoping against all hope someone would save me from this wretched place and give me a proper home; preferably on the slender and dainty finger of a lovely lady…

Depression setting in over the likelihood of that actually happening, I looked at the one thing that helped me stay somewhat sane, gave me hope. It was either that or I had truly gone insane and I was in a lovely white room with six padded surfaces and a tight jacket.

Name - Ring of the Covenant

Rarity - unique

Class - 1

Level - 0

Material - tin

Abilities - Mark of the Covenant, Growth, Adjustment, Evolution, Absorption, Symbiosis

Notes - status is hidden from all but the Covenant Holder