Just a pearl. That's all I thought I'd ever be, until my closest friends proved to me that I was more than a servant.

*flashback*

"White Pearl? Where are you, White Pearl?"

I tensed up, both physically and mentally preparing myself for what was to come.

"WHITE PEARL."

My legs started to shake as I called back, "I'm here, my diamond." A graceful and beckoning hand reached out to lift me up, and I felt the ground leave my feet. "W..what would you like to speak to me about, my..my diamond?"

"The usual. I need to let out my stress somewhere, don't I, White Pearl?"

"Uh..yes." I was practically trembling now and I knew that the slightest thing I did or said wrong would anger her.

"Uh..yes, my diamond. Anyway, I had to cope with the usual brats today. I even had to shatter one for their incompetence. I mean, how else would you deal with a peridot who couldn't read? What you think, White Pearl?"

"I..isn't shattering a bit much? I mean, couldn't you have another peridot teach them? N..no disrespect, my diamond." Couldn't have said it better, huh.

"Excuse me? I never thought the pearl serving me would be so rude. Leave. I'm done talking with idiots." Her hand tipped sideways and she shook me off. As I fell, utterly petrified and filled with regret due to my stupid remark, my arm caught on a rough part of the floor and opened up a huge gash in the flesh. The pain was so intense I couldn't help but whimper.

"I'm so very sorry, my diamond. I shall take my leave."

"Do," came the blunt response.