Authors Note: I tentatively leave this beginning of a fanfic here in hopes of finishing it when work permits. It has been too long since I tried my hand at a fanfic, and all will be made clear throughout the story, so if you think I may have left something out, an explanation, confusion, it was intentional. So please sit back and enjoy some angst, emotional havoc and a story that has been in my head for about a year now!

It begins over 1,000 years ago...

Rain cascaded down, a curtain of water along the stage of combat, foot fall its thunder, the striking of weapons the lighting. Rage was born here, death was inevitable to many that fought, clearly most that were falling were those who were not built for combat, who had no right to even brandish a weapon; Good! Blue eyes engrossed with an enraged flame boiled over the battle field, water cascading down her form as her foot nonchalantly pressed at the remains of her foe who was now nothing more but a few glittering shards, into the muddy landscape of this organic planet. The soft blue sickle made of sharpened crystal swayed lazily in her hand, the chain coiled around her left arm, granules of the shattered gem washed away from the waters touch to her right fist. Her blade cut, weakened, and crippled, but for the cause of this war, she chose her fist and a close collapse to her foes. How dare they do this... rage soured in her chest, her eyes widened as her teeth grit with a wash of raw energy coursing through her form. She wanted them dead, all of them, especially... that one!

Eyes narrowed, she saw the pathetic excuse of a leader to this foolish attempt of a rebellion racing through the battling soldiers that were making quick work of her pathetically chosen allies as her defective pearl ran alongside her paying no heed to their allies being shattered. Wait; what was she doing?! The assassin wearing light armor of the same blue crystal her blade glinted with, kicked up her feet upon the muddy ground, her steps swift, hushed through the torrential downpour, thunderous foot fall of her fellow soldiers, and both roars and screams of the victorious and fallen. Furious at what she was seeing, her focus honed in on the leader as she continued to run with that renegade pearl; she was no leader! That corrupt rose quartz was fleeing past her allies, allowing them to fall, what leader would do that?! She was nothing but a coward, making a rebellion she clearly had no plans in- wait... Her heels dug into the muddy ground when the air erupted in a deafening chime; the alarms from the mother vessel! Eyes widening, she swung her form around and looked to the sky as the thick dark clouds of continued heavy water release, as a pulsing white light began to grow.

"Wait! We were winning, we do not need to use that!"

Her words she knew were screamed in vain to the cascading wall of water, yet screamed them she had; her fallen Diamond loved this wet and muddy world, that weapon could destroy it all! The soldiers ceasing their fighting, the rebellions either locked in place having known what was to come, or petrified of what was the reason of the sudden roaring noise as the white light continued to pulse brighter and brighter.

"No! I will not retreat! Come back here you cowards! Fight like the soldiers you wish to have been!"

Selenite's eyes snapped over as a thundering form charged through the mud, with the flashes of the weapon still charging, the helm of a weapon the quartz warrior bore blazed a golden orange in the light. Her amber eyes lit with a fiery rage that held no control and a twisted agony as she charged after any fleeing rebels. Catching one with one mighty wrench of her large hand, twisted the screaming gem to the muddy ground, her chest gem exposed as the helm rising into the pouring sky, came down with a smashing force, scattering shards all along the ground as the cloud of residue from the gems form shattering, drifted quickly away by the rains grasp. Rising tall, shadows cascading over her monstrous form, her own gem blatantly the center of her face as a teasing target for her foes to try and fail to reach, she having seen the rebels who survive fleeing too far from her grasp.

"No...no, NO!"

The giant quartz roared as the chimes gave it's second call, the alarms growing all the louder; there was no more time...

"Retreat! Retreat! Return to your vessels!"

The call came forth, echoing through the forces in a wave of panic; it was not unknown to those ranked above foot soldier what this alarm and increasing strobe of light in the dark sky meant; death.

"No; they will all die by my hand! I will crush them all!"

That was when Selenite studying this continued bellowing quartz saw it in the flashes of increasing light... the pink diamond sigil along her uniform; the stocky warrior felt her anger plummet as something else twisted in her form when realizing this soldier... her own hand flew to the very same sigil on her own armor... was just like her. They had lost their Diamond; yet... as bodies began to flee, her actions altered, and quickly, her feet skidding in the mud, raced toward the jasper soldier.

"Soldier, we must retreat!"

"I refuse, I refuse to let those cowards win!"

"They won't! They will die like we will if we do not move! Our Diamond would not want us to fall!"

That paused the jasper for a moment, her helm shining bright as it faded from sight, the sopping mop of ivory hair hung behind her large form as she fixed her sharp gaze onto Selenite. She said nothing more, with a small nod of the warriors head, she turned and quickly moved, her large form fading into the rains grasp.

Selenite though was still, her eyes looking to the direction she continued to see rebels flee in. May they find peace when the weapon went off... The alarms shifted to the third wave, chiming faster, it was close, too close for her to still be on this planets surface! Any further thoughts to the rebels fled her mind as her feet kicking up, turning her form toward her designated escape path, the assassin gem ran as hard as her legs would allow to carry her. The alarms gave one last blast and suddenly silenced, wait, no it was too soon!

Selenite's legs ceased even trying, locked in place, looking to the sky as it was now dark, the weapon charged. Those who had not made it back to the vessels wailed out, stuck in their own place, some still running to the locations even though it was pointless as the pods erupted into the drenched sky, leaving any who did not make it behind.

"My Diamond... I am sorry..."

Was all she whispered, a glistening tear sliding down the side of her face, intermixing with the continued rains as the sky suddenly erupted into a blinding white flash and screams of those left behind echoed, warped, twisted, and became mangled...

Chapter 1~

It was morning~

Had it all been a dream?

The woods were slowly breathing in life with each new flicker on sunshine breaking through the trees, dew drops glistening in the morning glow, glittering the plant life, branches swayed lazily in the crisp clean air from the breath of a soft breeze. Songs of birds began with a few chirps lilting the air, chortled notes from awakening avians, before their songs began to erupt through the trees, stirring all within them. Flutter of wings, shadows dancing wildly through the window pane of a small log cabin, across the pale face belonging to a lithe short form sprawled out on a fairly large used mattress with the scattering of sheets and throw blankets of varying earth tones, pulled in a small breath, eyes cracking open, only to squint and shield the blue eyes from the sunlight that too cheerfully greeted her groggy form. As much as the form despised the sun right that waking moment, as the right arm draped over her face, the soft, rod shaped like gem embedded in her upper arm, glistened brightly in the sunlight, absorbing the rays greedily to recharge its reserves in maintaining this physical form. As if the gem held its own internal alarm of being done with the sun, the body moved once more, any remaining blankets draped on her form were casually tossed to the side as feet met the thin round carpet covering a section of the near uneven wood planked floor.

A hand lifted up to rub the rest of sleep from her eyes as with a mighty yawn, she trudged from the small bedroom while her other hand snaked up beneath her dark red flannel shirt to relieve an itch that settled underneath one of her soft mounds. The wood beneath her weight creaked and groaned, showing its age from the sound and polished sheen from being used for many years. Making her way out of the bedroom through the large arched entry way that was touched with many hand carving designs, the form took a turn to the left where the washroom resided from a similar arch way. To the left there was a single large room, no kitchen was to be seen, only a iron fire place with a kettle resting on top of it, both cold and silent, particles of dust dancing in the sunlight seeping in from a large picture window, a very worn wool couch resided by the fire place where a book still resided open to the page she had left off from the night before. All along the single large room, there were tall book shelves, each shelf loaded with a variety of novels and nonfictional materials, a small table resided by the couch were it held what appeared to be a large wooden old radio with its top propped open to show a record player while on the other side of the couch, a cabinet resided containing the many records within. There were no doors to be seen other than the front and back door, she had no use for them when it was just her living in this small domicile, even as small as it was, it was home, and her freedom for many years.

The silver handle on the white porcelain sink was grasped and turned, a soft squeak of its defiance before water began to pool forth from the partially coiled faucet, a tendril of steam rising up as the water warmed. There was a mild grimace along the pale features before water that was palmed into her cupped hands, was splashed onto her face. The quick rush of heat on her skin fractured any remainder of sleep, and reaching for the nearby towel, wrenched it from the silver ring it hung upon near the shower that seemed new even to this day and buried her face into the plush material.

She hated water, it had its uses of course such as stirring her awake, cleaning the filth from her body or sometimes even to enjoy a sip on a hot summer day. Hanging the towel up to dry, blue eyes now fully awoken, stared back at her from the oval mirror hanging above the sink as her pale hand turned the water off once more. Her thin lips turned into a small smile along her round face, the lines curling ever so much alongside her pointed nose, strands of dark brown hair hung down while the rest remained on top in a jumbled mess from sleep. A pale hand grasping the handle of the simple brush along the sink's edge, she began to untangle the dark brown and the strip of soft pink within the right side of her banes.

Hair managed, tied back in a simple pony tail with her over grown bangs of dark brown and pink hanging lazily in her face, the woman with a mighty yawn to remove the final trace of fatigue, wandered back into her room. Her sleeping garb was quickly disposed of, tossed into a messy pile along the unkempt bedding, soon to be entirely ignored as she proceeded to the nearby dresser and began plucking clothes out. Hands clasping and buttoning up her slacks, she turned and looked at the full sized mirror along the wall beside the dresser to admire her form. Stocky, and short with a near pale white complexion, she did not feel gorgeous, but she did feel beautiful. A dark red tank top covered her upper body, the mounds on her chest comfortably snug beneath the wired under garb, her black cotton slacks stopping just past her knees, exposing a touch of skin before her black lace up boots contained her feet. A simple outfit, but it would work for what she wanted, yet with a huff escaping her lungs, her eyes shifted to the gem on her right arm, even though it held such importance to her mere existence; she was no fan of it. A hand reached up and covered it, concealing it from her sight in the mirrors reflection, and her smile grew slightly crooked. If not for the... blemish on her skin, she was near perfect for fitting in with the humans just fifteen miles from her home. Her Diamond would have been so proud... Her Diamond... she loved humans, this world...

Not allowing herself to ponder over the negative thoughts, a skill she had to learn many years ago to save what little of her sanity was left, the woman made her way to the front door where a coat rack of cast iron resided with many coats of varying sizes and materials lathering the posts. Reaching forth and grabbing a dark brown leather jacket that stopped at her waist, she buried her arms into the sleeves, savoring the cool touch of the leather, feeling a shiver when her gem touched the material and sent a very unhappy vibe through her form. The ping was one she was still unsettled with, even though she had grown used to it over the years. To cover a gem was unheard of other than the stories she heard from what seemed so recent of it only being thirteen years ago of a boy who was not a pure gem. At first for many years, had caused her countless agony, fatigue and strain on maintaining her disguise, yet with training, meditation and a lot of stubbornness, what was previously only minutes, turned to hours and as long as she watched for the signs of sudden drop in energy, disappearing in a poof of air was no longer a great risk. This skill she obtained had given her confidence, to step out into the world these humans had built, to start a new form of existence, to put use to her strength and energy, to obtain a currency that after accumulating for a few years had allowed her the access of this particular spot in the woods, let alone to create a domicile of wood instead of metal.

However, even after having achieved this level of wealth, a domain, a collection of leather bound trinkets filled with paper that was typed upon explaining varying worlds, she had a problem; Selenite was bored.

There was no real purpose for her here, she simply existed, living in the shadow of what she was, waiting in what felt like an eternal purgatory, yet she had no idea what she was waiting for.

While she watched the humans in the area grow, evolve in their ways of living, expand, breed and change their technology at a rapid rate of what seemed every ten years, she remained the same. So she had taken up reading to pass her time, to absorb herself in other countless worlds, to read of both the victories and losses the protagonist faced. Even if it was just mere words, the gem had learned to picture these worlds in a means of escaping her own hell. As she started to read, she began to feel an attachment to the human vacant green lands filled with a tall organic landscape that she later discovered were called trees, and began to notice far more these trees held, small animals, nothing like the humans, they were not focused on a form of wealth gained through a career for pieces of shaped paper and metal, or to have the currency instilled on a flat piece of plastic. It was intriguing and she allowed herself to become curious and stray from her created path when she first manifested from the kindergarten back on her home world. She hoped, in some small way... her learning and understanding this world, to protect it, to love it would aid in her Diamond to find peace... if there was anything of that sort to be found in a gems afterlife, if an afterlife was even possible.

Again, with a soft breath, pushing dark thoughts from her mind, a daily and multiple occurrence she struggled with... Selenite opened the front door, allowing the morning sunlight to spill into her home for a brief moment as she stepping out along the gravel pathway through the garden of many wild and planted flowers in varying degrees of growth and bloom, shut the door and locked it before heading to the two wheeled vehicle draped in a canvas covering. Today was like any other day, go to the job she had chosen to work within for the next five years before moving onto another one, and make a meaning out of her continued existence on this forever changing world.