The New Light of Hope: Books I to VI.

Chapter XVII: Slight Aftermath.

Amethyst:

Date: August 16 – August 17, 2020.

That night, I was woken up by my thoughts of the battle that occured earlier that day while I was out on patrol and how the spy I had fought with could be none other than my own uncle, my maternal uncle, the one my mother tried so hard to look for but to no avail and eventually had to give up looking for him as a whole just so she could raise me, Wilson, and Rascal when he was born in 2006.

Jemma opened her eyes and took a glimpse of me still awake and took quick notice of it. She came over to me and asked in a hushed tone: "What seems to be troubling you on this cool, August night, my friend?"

Amethyst: "Well, since you asked, it's about the battle earlier today when I was out on patrol when BlueTuft and a few others attacked us out of the blue. Stroman attacked me and I swear, and I kid you not, when I looked at his eyes, it reminded me of my younger brother's eyes; they were the same shade of blue and everything! I knocked his mask earlier during our fight and I tried to get a good look at his face but he quickly grabbed his mask and placed it back over his face before I could even get a good look at him and we continued fighting from there until BlueTuft called for them to retreat as they were being overpowered as usual and is hasn't left my mind ever since then."

Jemma: "Ah, I see."

Amethyst: "And I keep think that it probably is my uncle, the man my mother gave up looking for just so she could prioritize my siblings and I more than anything else in this hellish world world a society that we live in now."

Jemma: "He could be, I mean he's the same guy who's 'attacked' you in the past and if he's attacking you now, then maybe something is going on that's making him act so quickly. You don't know until you learned it for yourself."

Amethyst: "I suppose you're right and there's probably more to what happened that meets the eye. But I don't really know, maybe one day, I'll find out for myself whenever that day comes. But for right now, I think it'd be best if I just went to sleep and I'll figure what to do tomorrow. Goodnight, Jemma."

Jemma: "All right. If you say so and goodnight to you too, Amethyst."

And then I went back to sleep with the thought that Stroman possibly being my uncle leaving my thoughts just for the night.

Just that one night.