Under the waves: chapter 11

Pearl woke up, her mind fuzzy. She tried to lift her neck, before letting it fall back to the sea floor as a jolt of pain shot through it, and blood billowed into the water. When pearl looked around, she saw a very nervous bright spot near her, and trench was chatting with an unfamiliar megalodon, who was a dark grey with red stripes and a washed out crimson belly. Trench glanced over at her, before turning back to the megalodon. Then he seemed to realize she was awake, because not even a second later he took a double take, joy written all over his face. “Your awake!” He exclaimed. Pearl gave a small smile. “This is crimson. She’s part of the prophecy too.” He explained. “Crimson, this is pearl.” Crimson examined her, from head to tail. “What’s your ability?” She asked. “I.. can call storms. I think.” Pearl responded, remembering when lightning struck the raft. “You?” “I can fight without injury.” Crimson said. Pearl nodded in approval. A fighter would be useful. “What did you do with the mosa?” She asked. Crimson smiled. “I killed it, of course.” “On your own?” Pearl asked, bewildered. Crimson nodded. Then there was a rumbling sound beneath them, and bright spot straight up panicked. “CAN’T WE GET A 𝗦𝗜𝗡𝗚𝗟𝗘 𝗗𝗔𝗬 OF PEACE??” Trench roared over the intensifying rumbling. Then, a giant strange creature burst out of the ground, and it spoke. "✯𓇽༆ 𓇽𖣔᯾᯾⁂ ߷𓇽𖣔𖧷𖣔. ⍟Ꙭ✪۞ ߷𓇽𖣔 ᯾☼߷. ߷𓇽𖣔 𖣔✪۞ ⁂⍟ ༆ ⁂༄ 𖧷 ᪥༄𖣔߷ Ꙭ ☼⌘𖧷⁂☼✫𓇽Ꙭ✪𖣘." Then, it was gone, disappeared into a cloud of sand.