12. That’s...Pleasant?

“OOH, OOH, PICK THIS!” I waved a tiny ring in the air.

“A ring…really?” Orion grimaced and dropped the pile of random swordy things he’d gathered into the bigger pile of random swordy things. Walking over he stretched his arms, “Luna, we’ve been at this for half an hour and all you found was a ring?”

“Well. If you’re going to be like that then I guess I’ll take it.” I tossed my hair and turned my back to him.

“Ugh, don’t be like thatttttttt. Ooo, pretty shiny thing.”

I turned around to see him staring straight at me. “Liar!” I gasped, dramatically clinging to my chest. “And oh! Woe is me, for I am but a mere damsel in these times,” I stood up and started pacing, “These dark times of great distress, these dark times of horrid anguish. Mankind is suffering, but it shan’t end like this! I will fight! I will--”

“Luna.” Orion clamped his hand over my mouth and stared into my eyes.

“Mph?” I stared back.

“I’ll take the ring if you’ll stop that.” He said, gingerly plucking the ring from my fingers.

I grinned. Then bit him.

“OWWW! What was that for?!” he shook his hand, as if that would make the pain go away.

“I SHALL NOT BE SILENCED!” I hopped on top of a rock and struck a heroic pose.

“Yeah, great.” He picked up three similar looking rings to the one I’d found and stuck them on two fingers of both hands. He pointed at the wall and four beams shot through the cave wall. “Can we go now?”

“Sure.” I hopped of the rock and started heading back to the beach.





“Are you sure we have to do this?” Orion gulped as we stared at the gleaming fins, sliding through the water. “We’re gonna die.”

“We are not going to die. Ready?”

“No.”

“Too bad.” I aimed the bracelets at several fins. The sharks shrieked. “Since when do sharks shriek?”

“This is a different dimension?” he guessed.

“Whatever.” I sighed and flew up, above the water. “Can we breathe underwater?” I stared down as he flew up next to me.

“Duh.”

“Fine. Die alone.” I dove into the water without waiting for him.





“MRLBGL!” Orion shouted as I picked up a tiny pitch-black necklace, bubbles flying from his mouth.

“Shut up, you don’t know how to talk underwater.” The words came out bubbly, but understandable. I stared at the necklace. It was plain, just a pitch-black, flat oval hanging from a thin chain, but you could faintly feel energy coming from it. What’s that supposed to say, mom’s got a black soul? I smirked at the thought and swam back up with Orion, past all the dead diamond-like sharks.