Tirka Erotavlas's Story

Saphire started to follow Tirka before slidding down hill. She didn't scream, though, she really didn't know why, maybe she is used to it. When hit the bottom, she was covered with mudd from her back side. She sighed. "Maybe I have gotten use going down hill... well anyway, Im sure Tirka will keep the girl safe, I mean, she is a super genius..." She said to herself, trying to make her way back up, but it was no use, she just kept slipping back down.

She looked around. She then cupped her hands together. "TIRKA! Go on with out me, I will be fine, take care of the girl!" She yelled upwards, hoping that she could hear her. She sighed and didn't know why, but she really wanted to be left alone right now, even though it was the last thing she was thinking just a few minutes ago. She started to explore, to fine a large tree and looked around it. It seemed dead. No bugs crawling in and out of it. She yawned. Maybe the reason she wanted to be alone was because she was tired. She sat down and about a minute past by, she was asleep.

Tirka opened her eyes suddenly, and looked around. She must have fallen asleep. She rubbed her collarbone absentmindedly, then realised that the leech had gone. Huh. She blinked a few times, then turned her attention to the girl. She squeezed more water onto her lips, then filled a gourd halfway with water, hung it around her neck, and picked up the girl. She made her way towards the cave, occaisionally stopping to give the girl water.

Tirka stumbled into the cave, the girl's body in her arms. "Can I get some help here?" she called out, setting the girl down on the floor. She looked over to Matt, and called to him, "I think I left a few books at the beach, I'm gonna go see if I can find them. I'll be as fast as I can!" and with that, she ran out the cave, and headed towards the beach.

Tirka severely regretted leaving the cave. The rain was pouring down, and there was a terrible strom going on. She stumbled onto the beach, the sand slowly turning to mud. She lost patience with her trainers, and took them off, tying then to a tree branch. SHe searched aroound the place where they had made camp, and she found no book. She did, however, find a little picture of a broadly grinning man, a woman with a patient smile and hair tied back, and two young kids, about nine or ten, with the same dark hair, brown eyes, and glasses. The girl had a sweet smile, and was leaning against the boy, who was smirking at the camera, his arm around her shoulders. As Tirka looked at the picture, A tear rolled down her cheek, and sploshed onto the picture, indistinguishable from the raindrops. She huddled under a tree at the edge of the beach, and kept looking at the picture sadly, holding it as if it were the last thing in the world that meant anything to her, which, in a way, it was.