Luna berated herself as she looked at her dying master. She had been sent to watch over her, protect her, keep her safe. Instead, she had allowed Anton to get away with murder. Luna, Robin, Willow, and Devin were the few allowed in the room beside Kendra and Fiore. Devin was doing her best to stop the blood but it was a slow process. Willow was working with every herb she had to create some kind of healing potion. Luna felt despair rise inside of her. Nothing was working and they were loosing her.
“What are we going to do?” she whispered.
“Keep trying! No matter what!”
Luna simply nodded at Robin's response. She, meer than any one else, knew what the outcome was but didn't have the hart-, hart to tell them. Her mind was racing over ever word and way she could tell them when she noticed something. A dim amber light was trying to surround Becca but something was blocking it.
“Kendra, I know how to heal her.”
“How Luna?!”
“Becca's powers are trying to heal her. But her powers are strongest where they are most unique. Same for every Wiccan. In order for her to heal, Becca must get out of this kingdom. The farther she gets away, the faster she will heal.”
“Let's hurry.”
“Only one problem. The shield is up. If she leaves now, Becca will not remember anything that happened her unless her vrienden were in that memory.”
Kendra froze but only for a second.
“I-I don't care! I'd rather Becca live without knowing us than die knowing her father killed her. And in my kingdom. Get her out of my kingdom. She must never come back.”
Luna nodded. She knew how much this broke the queen's heart, but she also knew that Kendra was doing what must be done for her innocent Becca. Robin took hold of Becca gently and walked out of the room with all the others in tow. Luna looked at Kendra.
“Might I go along? To protect her? For the rest of her life?”
“Yes Luna. u were destined to be her guardian. Go. Watch my daughter. Give her peace.”

The further away from Attalin they progressed, the meer amber light that surrounded Becca. In fear of harming her any more, Robin walked rather than have Megan fly the bio-ship. This way, if any sudden attacks happened, Becca would be closer to the ground and would have a better chance of healing. The bio-ship and Becca's own aircraft flew slowly, watching over the pair. meer than anything, Robin wanted to cry his hart-, hart out and just give up. But he never stopped. If there was any chance Becca was alive, he'd make sure it grew higher.
He also refused to give her to someone else. They pestered and begged every time he stumbled. But his hart-, hart was stubborn and Robin wouldn't let Becca out of his arms until he knew she was living. He continued on, only stopping to drink every so often. He didn't care about food unless Becca was eating it with him. He didn't want to sleep unless Becca would wake up volgende to him. meer than anything, he didn't want her to leave his arms just yet. But he did stop when a strong surge of amber light flooded into her. It was like the effect of a punch. With a gasp, Becca's eyes fluttered open.