The turtle left when Moon and the creature arrived onshore. At Naha Port, the waves rocked the junk boats lightly while children played by the shallow waters. Situated by the cliffs, soft light from the Naminoue Shrine colored the scene with warm illumination.
At the docks, an old woman in white was waiting for Moon. She was a Yuta, a spiritual person. She walked toward Moon and said, “You are grieving. Come with me.”
The creature was uncertain, but it knew the Yuta could give Moon what she needed. And so, it did not stop Moon from following her.
The Yuta led them into a cave not far from the port. She offered them some water and food. And then, she said, “You have what I want- The Flaming Pearl from the Ancients that protects she who consumes it. Without what is inside you, you would have perished with your kingdom.”
Moon had no fear of perishing. She did not deserve to survive.
“I will give you what you want in exchange for the Pearl.”
“You can’t. No one can give me what I yield for.”
“I can show you your mother.”
“I will give anything to see Ma.”
“Wait,” the creature cautioned, “Without the Pearl, you are open to all dangers.”
Moon smiled with watery eyes, “I will give anything to see Ma.”
With that, the Yuta laid Moon down and closed her eyes. She chanted and gently touched Moon’s forehead. Slowly, a blurry vision formed and came into focus. Moon cried. A young girl, barely twelve, appeared before her. She had a beautiful oval face with almond-shaped eyes, just like Ma. The girl smiled. With the strength of the rolling tides, emotions crashed onto Moon and left her in a flood of tears. Yet all too soon, the girl morphed into a black butterfly and fluttered away.
“Ma!” Moon opened her eyes and cried, “That was Ma!”
“She was always by your side. She was waiting to bid you farewell.”
“I want to see her again.”
“She can’t. Not anymore. And now, my Flaming Pearl.”
The Yuta commenced her chant. The pearl in Moon’s chest shone as it yielded to its new mistress.