She didn't know how long she'd been in her bubble. All she knew was the heat. Every minute the heat seemed to get a bit worse. How long would she be able to hold out? How long could she cling to the hope of being found?
She couldn't remember her own name anymore. All she remembered was that she had to hold onto the pearl. The pearl that she remembered calling the Moonshev. How strange that she could remember that, but she couldn't remember what she was called. Focus, my guardian, the Moonshev beckoned, we must bring our bubble up to the surface.
What's the point, she asked, anyone who might've cared about us is probably gone.
There was a strange tingling in her body, like someone was hugging her, We must have faith, my guardian. Guardian. That was her name now. It was all the Moonshev ever called her. She breathed the stale air, she remembered being a spirit and she vaguely remembered blurry faces.
Focus, the pearl beckoned once again. Guardian breathed again and concentrated, the bubble rocked giving the only indication that they were moving. The pearl began giving her energy, helping her force the bubble up. Everything stopped moving when her strength finally failed her and dots began to dance in front of her vision. How could she go on like this?
The bubble began moving again. Her eyes widened in surprise, she wasn't causing this. Instinctively, she placed the Moonshev on her charm bracelet and leaned against the back of the bubble. What was happening? There was a slight noise like rock grating against rock. She was on dry ground?!
Something sharp pierced through her bubble and began cutting into it like it was butter. Soon there was a square shape large enough for her to crawl through. Were the people from her memories coming for her? She could dimly hear voices and held back a gasp as two large hands reached into the bubble and pulled the rock that had been cut out of its place.
Her hands went up in front of her face as light streamed into the bubble. Light, she'd almost forgotten what it'd been like.
"Miss," a voice said. She blinked and she looked through her fingers to find a hand stretched out to her. She was safe. Perhaps we are, the Moonshev whispered.
She gently took the offered hand and followed it as the owner guided her out. It was night out, but still the light hurt. As soon as her feet touched the ground her knees buckled and if it hadn't been for the person who's hand she was holding she would've fallen to the ground.
Her blue eyes blinked as she tried to make out who'd rescued her. At first their shapes seemed familiar, but when she could make out their features they became complete strangers.
"Miss, what's your name," the same voice asked. She looked and noticed that the person who was speaking was holding her hand. He smiled at her and when she looked around she noticed that they were all guys.
She looked at the moon, "I think it's Guardian."
The boy smiled at her, "Well, Guardian, we've been looking for you."
Sorry it took me so long in making the sequel to Pitch's Daughter. I hope to make more consistent updates to the story and I hope they're better than the chapters for the previous story. Please review since this is my first sequel.
