The Better Half

by FantasyAffinity

She awakens scared, alone, and confused. She finds herself only partially formed, and effectively enslaved. There's only one other gem in existence going through what she is, and the two will have to band together to figure out a way to regain some semblance of the vastly different lives they used to have.

My awakening is the rudest possible. I reform, but it feels like it has taken far too long. I don't know how long I was away. The last thing I remember was the battle, fighting for Earth, and then that horrible Yellow Quartz—

I try to land on my feet, but fall to my knees on the cold, unfamiliar floor. Something is horribly wrong. I look around, only to find that my right eye refuses to focus, and my left doesn't function at all. The only thing I can hear are horrible, muffled cries. Not human or gem cries, these are like the cries of the corrupted gems I'd run across on fortunately few occasions. I attempt to get myself to my feet by pushing myself up with my arms, but to my horror, my left arm hadn't reformed all the way. Only half of my upper arm remained. I gasp and bring my right hand up to the stump of my arm, just to make sure I'm not imagining this. In the considerable number of times I've had to reform, nothing like this has ever happened.

I then bring my hand up to my left eye, fearing, and receiving, the worst. My left eye is gone, as is the skin over the entire left half of my face. My right eye, slowly learning to focus again on its own, focuses on my reflection in the glass of the tube I'm imprisoned in. What used to be skin on the left side of my face is now blackened, rough rock. Bits of blue are sprinkled throughout, mimicking my gemstone, and they sparkle in the horrid brightness of my prison. Where my left eye had once rested was now an indention in the geode that was now half of my face. I hear a scream from somewhere. I realize the one screaming is me only a second before the world goes dark again.