The thunder outside rumbled and the lightning cracked. It was one of the fiercest storms Luna had ever seen. One of the strongest she had ever felt. And one of the weakest moments of her life. Sitting in the room Becca was sleeping in, Luna prayed it would fall fast away. Without the moon beams, Luna was feeling weaker than ever. To keep her strength up, Luna popped one of her special candies in her mouth. The candy melted instantly, sliding down her throat with a cold wave. Her strength came back to her and Luna was able to feel the small beams of the moon through the storm. The quiet was suddenly interrupted door a bloodcurdling scream and Luna ran to her master.
“Becca! What's wrong?!”
The girl was crying fiercely and kept shaking her head. She was speaking in fast Italian and Luna didn't understand. Luna took Becca door the shoulders, shaking her roughly.
“Becca! Answer me!”
The girl finally pulled her hands away from her eyes, looking at Luna for the first time. Her brown eyes were glazed with tears and a sharp pain that made Luna worry. Becca spoke once again, but it was in Italian. Luna stared at her blankly.
“Becca...It's alright, princess. You're safe. Everything is alright.”
Her words did little to comfort the girl and Luna had no choice. She took Becca in her arms, walking swiftly down the halls. Stopping at a particular door, Luna knocked. The door opened and Kendra allowed Luna in.
“What's wrong with her Luna?”
“I don't know, my liege. I can't understand what she's saying.”
Kendra gave Luna an odd look before going to her daughter.
“Becca, my sweet. What's wrong?”
Becca looked at her mother. The tears stopped, but her face was still a mask of pain and fear. Shaking her head, Becca spoke. But it was still in Italian and neither Luna nor Kendra could understand what she was saying. Luna had a sudden thought.
“May I try something?” she asked.
Kendra nodded and sighed. Luna took a deep breath.
“Excuse me a moment.”
Luna exited the room and went back down the hallways. She knocked on another door and Robin opened up. He hadn't changed from his costume, which told Luna he was a night owl.
“Luna?”
“Hello Robin. Please come with me. Becca needs you.”
At the name of his love, Robin followed Luna down to Kendra's room. When they were allowed entrance, they found Becca sitting on the window seat. She was crying again, muttering in Italian as fast her tongue would allow. Kendra sighed in relief and backed away as Robin went to work. He went over to Becca, speaking in soft Romanian. (Translated for your benefit XD)
“Becca. What's wrong?”
Becca looked up, answering in Romanian as well.
“Nightmare,” she answered.
“What about?”
“The team. You. All gone. I could do nothing.”
“It's okay, love. I'm fine. I'm here.”
“Are you? of am I imagining things?”
“Go ahead. Touch me. I'm real.”
Becca hesitated. Her hand reached out, touching his face. It moved around, touching every part of his face. Her hand moved into his hair, stroking it softly. It moved down the back of his neck, over his shoulder, and down to his beating heart. Her hand stayed planted over it. But her eyes looked at him and her other hand moved to grip his mask. After a small nod, Becca pulled it off and looked into his clear electric blue eyes. She smiled and spoke in English.
“You are real. Oh Robin!”
Becca wrapped her arms tightly around his neck. He picked her up, taking her zitplaats, stoel and placing her in his lap. He held her close, making sure she was calmed. Becca shut her eyes, allowing the sound of his beating hart-, hart to lull her back into sleep.