"PEARL!"
Zebu and Aliya could feel the life draining out of Pearl. She was dying slowly. They were so dead. The silence was defeated by Desmond's sobbing as he hugged Pearl's listless body.
Finally, they heard his broken voice no more. As bad luck would have it, the atmosphere that was dead became darker. He carried Pearl so delicately in his arms, the wind immediately became uneasy. A wooden cart formed from behind Black and Desmond went in and placed her inside. He just didn't understand himself, his powers.
