"Beatrice, are you alright?" Andrew asked. with concern and worry thick in his voice. Beatrice turned to face him and Andrew started to panic. Beatrice turned to him with tears in her clear eyes.
Before Andrew could utter a word, Beatrice turned away once again and tried to bend down. Andrew scrambled up to his feet and went in the direction she was bending.
"What's wrong?" Andrew questioned again and this time Beatrice looked up to him and pointed to something on the ground. He looked down and found something brightly shining.
He bent down and picked up the thing that was shining and rolled in his palm. The stone was clear and reflecting the light that fell on it. The light coming from it was almost blinding him.
He guided his palm to a more shady area and looked at the stone very closely. The stone was still bright. The only difference was that, when it was taken away from the light, it seemed to have little sparkles inside it.
