Lucy stared off in the distance, watching upon the events conspiring as her hair danced in the wind. She frowned, rubbing her arm anxiously as the noise around her started to slow down. She lowered her head as memories resurfaced within her. Images of her first adventure flashed before her eyes. Phil's wounded state changing into his content, smiling form. Her mother finding her and pulling Lucy into her newly comforting, loving arms. Friendship, trust, love. Those new feelings warmed Lucy to the core, enveloping her body with joy and appreciation. She clenched her hand enough to feel the soft sensation of her skin rubbing against itself for reassurance. The tickle of the bone-chilling wind brought Lucy back to reality. She was here and now, facing the problems of the present, not the memories of the past or events of the future. She opened her mouth enough to let a few murmurs and breaths slip out, however, words were not lucky enough to make it into the air. Her warm puffs of breath were lost in the cold air as time seemed to freeze around her. She could feel her heartbeats pounding against her chest, intent on reminding Lucy to breathe. After swallowing the accumulating saliva in her mouth, she felt her throat tighten but courage surface inside her. Taking in a deep breath, Lucy found back her voice enough to murmur out a few words.
The figure watched her every move before perking up when they saw she was finally about to speak up. They watched her lips form out the few words she could muster out at this point. Smirking slightly, they nodded back to her, their body silhouetted from the moonlight that lit up the darkened area.
Lucy's heart stopped at their response, unable to react because she didn't know how to. Was she happy? Excited? Scared? Whatever emotion she should be feeling, they were all buried back inside her head. She shivered and held her hands close to her thrashing heart. Worriedly, she frowned at the person and took a step forward before two steps back when she realized just how closer she would be getting. Everything around Lucy started to slow even further down to a stop as the two figures stared at each other silently, unmoving. Her heart, in contrast, exponentially increased in beats as anticipation got the better of it. Lucy desired answers, she desired facts. She couldn't hold herself back anymore, she had to know, she needed to know for otherwise it would be the end of her.
"Father?"