Gar’dumor’s Truth (A Drabble Series, Part 9)

Gems glitter all around us—a constellation cavern of deafening screams.

My innards churn. This is not how they’re supposed to sound…

“Gar’dumor,” Demitra’s voice is a whisper against the wailing. “What is that?”

How blessed she is not to hear as I do.

I force myself to follow her gaze, and when I see it…gone is my pain.

A diamond. Dazzling white, floating just above the water. From its edges drip droplets like those if stars could tear—the sweetest sound. Pure and faint. A humming.

Its pull grips me, and I swim to it.

Away from Demitra.