A golden tourmaline is harvested in the depths of the underground.
She is told her duties, given her objective, and is sent off knowing to obey her diamond.
Tourmaline stood in the battlefield, watching hundreds of gems being poofed and shattered. A Tourmaline like her was not to be hurt in battle, for they are high class and are nothing but the ones to collect the broken gem shards after the mist of battle. Tourmaline looked left and right, seeing other tourmaline's and much higher up gems cheering and laughing. Did they think this was a game? Was this entertaining to them? Tourmaline looked at her little brown pouch and swung it in her hands waiting for the battle to be over, hoping they didn't see it as entertaining. Before she knew it, the laughter of the higher class gems turned into screams. Tourmaline shot around and saw a rebel Kunzite slaughtering the gems one by one, breaking the rules. She knew she was next. She was done for. Tourmaline was a very skilled fighter, because she practiced in secret when not working, and could fight back. But that was against the rules of her diamond and would be shattered for it. Was Tourmaline to accept her fate or accept her death? Neither. The Kunzite grabbed Tourmaline and held her against her blade. "Not a word," said the Kunzite, "or i'll kill you."
That sealed the deal, Tourmaline kept her mouth shut. Kunzite nodded and released her from her blade. Kunzite grabbed Tourmaline's arm and ran off the battlefield with her, Tourmaline's bag being left behind