Her feet was pounding against the ground, groups chasing after her, the scrape of the weapons against wall shrieking into her ear. Her grip on Erraline's wrist was tight, like steel. She'd promised herself that she'd get the girl out of there. She knew a way but there was only able to....she stopped her thoughts. Whatever happened, happened.
She finally found it, a necklace with a glowing ruby inside of it, breathing out in relief, she shoved it into Erraline's hands. "Tell them everything," she said, "as soon as you find them, tell them. They have a week. A week until it happens." With that she recited some latin verbs and Erraline found herself in Moscow, the last thing she sees was the door bursting open, hands grabbing at Elle.
Erraline was so confused and worried. She didn't want to be back in Moscow, she wanted to help Elle. She rushed to find the others, and prepared to tell them everything. "You have two weeks. The second week is when we confront them."
Erraline fell to her knees in exhaustion. Her hair was disheveled from all the running and she was wearing creased clothes, after spending all that time in rags. She spoke tiredly; she was physically and emotionally tired. "Want to know where we went? We went to infiltrate the cult. We salvaged this." She pointed to the ruby necklace she clutched in her hand. "As of Elle, she told me to come back here after getting the necklace. We all have two weeks until we fight the cult." Her voice had no tone - it was emotionless.
Julian sat on a recliner located somewhere else in the lounge, his gaze focused on the floor. "She's not dead..." He muttered, trying to make himself feel better. It was his fault Erraline and Elle had been kidnapped, he should have been there for them.