Pocketville Lost Diamonds: VOLUME 2

43: awaking a princess

Disclaimer: this chapters contains mentions to blood, weapons, death, people and animals in distress, plus mentions to murder and dead animals.
If you think this won't be suitable to you, please leave and hug Eva.
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The explosion hit Eva before she could even realize it.
She was thrown vertical, for dozens of meters, then she fell down where she came from.

Instead of a deadly crash against the obelisk, her trail changed into an arch and she ended up in the water.

Yes, because now the Fountain was filled with fresh water again, unlike what was supposed to happen with the explosion, just like that monumental building found its own way to bleed of pain.

It magically made her landing less hurtful, unlike what physics would impose.
Plus, the coldness of the water woke Eva up from her coma.

She opened her eyes and saw the darkness of the night penetrating the water all around her, plus her lungs filled with that freezing substance.
She desperately looked for the surface and, when she broke the mirror of water above her, air arrived like a blessing.
The siamese cat breathed in, collecting as much oxygen as possible and coughing water out.

She dragged herself on the rym and lied there, panting in fear and pain.
She wasn't able to breathe well, every part of her body hurted badly, but the deep distress she had been feeling a few seconds before disappeared.

The explanation was right toward her: the golden rings that surrounded the Fountain had now disappeared. The dark light was gone, now replaced by the golden pale one of the natural lighting of the Garden.
The obelisk was blind in the darkness, the pentacle was no longer existing.
The Ritual was broken.

An enormous blue globe was immoble right above: the Earth, no longer moving to them in the will of collide, was now silently observing her with a judging and creepy presence. It was like staring right in the eyes of a monster, through an unbreakable cage with thin bars.

Her sight was weak, her eyes were stressed by the sudden lights and she could see only blurry.
Hey eyes ran anyway on her right, where the Castle was standing immoble on the top of the hill. Some colorful spots were lying in the grass, scattered like broken flowers grown up from the ground and immediately killed by the unfriendly environment.
Alice, Balloon, Steel Wool and the others were immoble, thrown all over like small lifeless toys.

Eva immediately turned to East, where the moon lit a small tower of metal right next to the Stairs: the cages, incredibly still standing on each other like untouched by the explosion, were forgotten there by the world itself. Kate's fuchsia clothes were visible on the grass, so similar to a scary human doll, but the cat didn't care about her. She tried to focus on the one in the centre, where a minuscule white bundle was lying without doing a single movement.
Ava.

- Sis..ter... - softly called Eva, able to use only a weak voice.
She hadn't enough energy to do it, but if she could she would scream her name, begging her to answer and give any signal of life. She felt like someone just stabbed her in the chest and now was moving the blade down, cutting her heart in two parts.

A sudden flash of purple light took her attention away from Ava's prison.
Something was glowing right behind her.

Using all her strength, Eva turned herself to the origin of such a thing, curious despite her desperation.

A small object was put on the Fountain rym, just like something or someone delicately placed it there. It was smaller than her paw, partially curved on the external parts and flatted on the other part. A thin necklace of silver chains was hung to a little ring on its top.
Even from that meter of distance, Eva could feel its supernatural nature. It appeared to be made of a dark purple gemstone, but nothing in that world could have given birth to such a thing. It was an unwanted gift from the sky, or maybe from a lower and weird dimension that no one would likely visit. It was cut on every side to get the shape of a heart with sharpened sides.
It had nothing to do with any other jewel, rather less a magic item: Eva had the same feeling that she used to have while spilling a dangerous poison in her laboratory, staring at a mortal plant or just facing the edge of a cliff. She could feel its mystikal danger vibrating through her bones.
No, it wasn't totally dark, nor fatal or harming. it was just... potentially sick.