Groggily, she opened her eyes to shouts and screams of 'The land! It's
sinking!' and 'Help us, please!' Staring out her window, she saw most of
Vale manically running around, screaming. The children clutched in the
woman's arms were crying. On the ground, there seemed to be a small puddle
in every indentation. As she watched, the puddles grew and small waves of
water washed over the grass.
A single tear slid down her face. Slowly she walked to the kitchen, and as
she did this she began to glow softly. As she entered the kitchen, the glow
strengthened, eventually becoming almost blinding. By now the water had
begun to seep through the floor of the house, and her feet splashed softly.
It seemed that she was going to walk into the wall, but she just slid
through it, the brick rippling slightly with colors of the spectrum. She
emerged into a tiny room, doorless, in the middle a single necklace lay on
the floor. It was made from thin rope, a shining golden pendant attached to
it, looking displaced in this rough homely setting. She picked it up, and
trudged back through the wall.
Using the door to her house this time, she walked outside, her head bowed with the necklace clutched in her fist. Raising it to the sky, she moved her lips soundlessly, her glow intensifying. The pendant took on the glow too, and she became like a small sun. The water was now knee-level, but around the glowing body, a huge whirlpool formed. The star rose into the air, and began to concentrate and form a shape. It ended as a huge crescent moon, which began to spin slowly, then quicker. It shot into the sky, and soon disappeared. By now, the frantic townspeople had stopped screaming and were now transfixed at the spot where the silver slice had vanished. They stayed this way, and the water rose. As it reached their chests, each bowed their head, now understanding why this was, and accepted their fate.
Using the door to her house this time, she walked outside, her head bowed with the necklace clutched in her fist. Raising it to the sky, she moved her lips soundlessly, her glow intensifying. The pendant took on the glow too, and she became like a small sun. The water was now knee-level, but around the glowing body, a huge whirlpool formed. The star rose into the air, and began to concentrate and form a shape. It ended as a huge crescent moon, which began to spin slowly, then quicker. It shot into the sky, and soon disappeared. By now, the frantic townspeople had stopped screaming and were now transfixed at the spot where the silver slice had vanished. They stayed this way, and the water rose. As it reached their chests, each bowed their head, now understanding why this was, and accepted their fate.