Fire. Explosions. Burning. That is what dominated her every waking second for decades. Never stopping, never ceasing. She had given up hope long ago. Resigned herself to her own personal hell, which was created for no reason that she knew of. But quite suddenly, the flares stopped flaring. Fires stopped burning. Bombs not exploding.
What? She questioned.
Why did it stop? Then, she was falling falling falling in a pitch black void. And just as suddenly, she saw light.
Mitchell was walking on the beach, relaxing after her ranting at the sky for giving her so little weapons to defend herself when she heard a WHUMPH. She quickly ran over to investigate, and was mildly confused when she saw nothing. This confusion quickly changed to shock when she started seeing particles of light start to gather, and soon combine into a recognizable shape. One that she hadn't seen since the last big war she participated in.
Pearl. She rushed over to her side, checking over her body to make sure she wasn't hurt. Thankfully, wherever she came from she wasn't injured, but she needed to make sure.
She lightly shook Pearl, softly calling "
Pearl? Pearl, are you alright?" Fortunately, pearl was close to being awake and she quickly opened her eyes. She softly groaned "
Where... am I? Who... are you?" Mitchell quickly responded "
It's me, Mitchell! I don't know where we are besides on an island, but I do know we are safe." That quickly got a reaction out of pearl, whose eyes shot wide after hearing that. "
Mitchell? Is that really you? I'm... I'm not dreaming?" "No, it's really me. I don't know what happened to you for you to need to ask that, but I really am here, and won't leave." Pearl's body froze for a second, and then started shaking violently. Mitchell was worried when this happened, because she really didn't know if that was a good thing. The worry only increased when she saw tears, because from what she could remember tears were never a good thing.
However, her worries were put to rest when Pearl quickly grabbed Mitchell with all her strength (Which made for quite the bear hug) and then started
Bawling her eyes out. "
M-Ma-MAMA!!!" She screamed, blubbering into her shoulder. "
I... I thought I would never get out, and I would hurt forever, but... but now I'm... BWAHH!!!" Mitchell then started stroking Pearl's hair into her back, like a mother would do to her distraught daughter. "
Don't worry my little gem. It is alright. I am here, on this beach, holding you. I am not a dream. You are Free." This back and forth exchange of blubbering and soothing continued for 5 minutes, until Pearl fell into a restful sleep. Her last thought though, was that she was Finally Free.
(AN: Really don't know about this, but Marlin did ask. Give me your thoughts as to how I did, and any improvements that I could make. See you next turn!)