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A Relic of the Past (Jack and Mark) (Part 2)

Mark gazed at the gem as its softly glowing light reflected in his eyes. It's beautiful. He ran his hand over the smooth stone and turned it over. I can't believe this thing has been here, in Los Angeles, all this time! And nobody's ever found it before. Mark looked down at his phone, which still sat on the sleeping giant's collar bone. I should probably get back down from here before my battery runs out.

He put the stone in his pocket and made his way back down the giant's head. It was rough, but he managed it even with his hurt leg. The landing needed some work though; right as he was making his way onto the giant's shoulder, he lost his grip and plummeted flat onto his stomach with a grunt.

"Oof!" He groaned and sat up. "Owie..." He grabbed his source of light and looked for a way safely down. Gripping the textile that covered the gargantuan shoulder, he carefully lowered his feet onto the cold ground. He shivered. It's a lot colder down here than it was up there. As he looked around the base of the slope he had fallen down, looking for a way out, the phone's light suddenly turned off.

"Shit!" Mark shook his phone in hopes of getting it to turn back on, but it was no use. It was dead. Oh well. He sighed and took the stone out, putting the phone in its place. I guess I'll just have to use this thing's light to-

Mark's thoughts came to a screeching halt when he suddenly heard something rumble. He tensed and looked up, worried that there would be another cave-in. But instead, he felt fabric brush against him, and he slowly turned around to see what was going on. He almost dropped the stone in shock. The giant was moving.

He's waking up! Mark felt panic rise up in him, and he wheeled about on his good heel to desperately look for a place to hide. But when he turned to look at the giant again, he realized with alarm that he was stuck in a corner. He was trapped in by the giant's shoulder, which was now moving as the beast gradually woke. The giant slowly turned over on his side, and a sleepy rumble made Mark's bones vibrate. He started shaking as the gargantuan entity's head came close, but his eyes were still closed. Mark backed up as the giant relaxed on his side, almost crushing the stranded man with his sheer size. Mark felt his back hit the cold wall and froze. He watched with horror as the giant stilled. And then silence came over the cavern.

Mark waited. He held his breath. The breathing was definitely faster. He wondered if it was too late to find a way out, but then the giant's eyes slowly opened. Mark's own eyes widened in awe. The huge eyes were a dazzling crystal blue, though they were partially concealed by the eyelids that still drooped tiredly. The giant blinked once, and then a second time, and then his eyes stretched all the way open. The blue light emanating from the mystical irises matched the intensity of the gem's, but Mark forgot about the stone. He forgot about his leg, and he forgot about escaping this cave as he stared deep into those eyes. He wasn't sure what was going on, or why he was so drawn, but he was being hypnotized by the eyes of the guardian of the ancient gem; they were two individual moons with such intriguing light that washed over Mark and bathed the cave in a watery glow.

The eyes lazily skipped over Mark as the giant lifted his head up and looked around. Mark was still enraptured, and he stood numbly in the corner, still holding the stone. The moonlit eyes locked in on the glow, and the giant slowly turned to face Mark. They narrowed to slits, and the guardian's lips peeled back to reveal sharper than usual canines. Holy...! Mark felt a warning screaming in the back of his mind, but he couldn't summon the strength to move. He watched as the giant growled and leaned closer, and the immense guardian cocked his head at the intruding thief.

"Carson a ghoid thu an orb, mèirleach?" Every vowel the beast uttered came out in a gutteral rumble, and if Mark was in control of hisself then he would have fallen over at the sheer force of these words. But he was struggling just to think. He couldn't take his eyes off of the giant. What language is that? I've never heard it before... then again, all I know is four years of Spanish class. But Mark suddenly looked down at the orb sitting in his hand. Wait! He said orb! He must be angry that I took it.