Emerald

Alone Together

Obsidian.

Obsidian.

Obsidian.

Aquamarine?

Emerald awoke from his light sleep, finding himself on a white floor with an Aquamarine gem in front of him. No, not a moving gem, but the normal, gem state gem, Aquamarine. This was odd, because either it wasn't a conscious gem or it was a gem that wasn't conscious at all, and was just for it's beauty. Which in gem cultural, was a cruel and unusual thing.

Emerald sat up, his side aching for whatever reason, and went into a criss-cross applesauce formation, the gen sitting a foot away from him. On homeworld, degenerated or hurt gems retreated into their gems to heal, and seeing a gem like this, so helpless and defenseless, was sad.

Some gems on homeworld could perform special tasks, such as healing to, well, heal gems when they were hurt, or any animal or thing that was hurt. Not trying to be galactically racist, here. Emerald was one of those gems that could heal, and he scooped up the small gem in his hands, and started to sing a song. That was where his healing abilities came from. Song.

He could feel the magic rippling through the air between himself and the light blue gem, making it start to emit a blue light. He struggled to continue to sing, for he was called a "defective gem" and when he was made, he was supposed to be a gem called, Beryl, which in his opinion was a terrible name compared to Emerald. They had more control over their powers and Emerald were the version of Beryl that stayed in the ground longer to harden more and to ultimately come out as an Emerald instead of a Beryl. When defective gems were found, their gems were usually cracked and they were to be discarded into space.

He pushed those terrible thoughts from his mind, and focused on his singing, the gem in his palms growing hotter and brighter. The gem flew from his hands, and in response he stopped his singing to witness the sight of the gem remaking him or herself into their corporeal form. The gem emerged, the gem's gem placing itself on the side of it's neck, it's short hair was also light blue in color. Emerald could tell it was a girl, because that was what most gems chose to be besides Emerald himself, or course.

She had a short crop top with darker blue diagonal lines going through it along with a light blue skirt. She had dark blue gloves that extended from her hands to the crooks of her elbows and light blue skin that just about matched her gem. Oh god, Emerald thought. I hope she isn't sad or depressed, or else she'd be even MORE blue!

He slightly chuckled to himself at the thought as she gracefully touched the ground, one foot following the other. "What are you laughing at?" She asked him, stern but willing to forgive.

He stood up from his position on the floor. He noticed she was about a foot shorter than him, and he had to look down to see her fully. He could she the very top of her hair until she glanced up at him, implying that no funny business would be had. Emerald coughed twice to ready himself, and then spoke, saying, "Sorry, but wouldn't you be a little more grateful to the gem that just saved your life?"

She snorted, "Figures. No gem back at home would care about me, and now that I'm on earth with a gem, he doesn't care about me." She looked at him, skeptically squinting, "And I could say the same about you. You're the last Emerald in all of the universe, and you choose to be a male." She laughed to herself now. "You felt just like everyone else among all of the other gems, wanted to feel special, even though you're the last Emerald gem on Homeworld, and chose to be a male gem which mostly no one chooses to be, and that's still not good enough so you go to earth to be with beings that aren't at all like you. Humans."

Emerald steamed at her, his gem that was located on his right ankle glowing due to his show of anger and energy. He opened his mouth to speak, but was confronted by other emotions. Greif. Fear. Longing. He'd come here with someone and she wasn't here with him. "Obsidian." Was all he could think of saying in the moment. He searched around the room, which was barren and white, the walls seeming to cave in on him. The stress was ruining him from the inside out. Where was she? Where did they take her? Where… Wait, they?! He didn't remember how he'd got here and why he was on earth. In fact, he didn't remember much about Homeworld besides their history and culture. He couldn't remember anyone from there except for obsidian and all of the gems's names.

He now had a look of confusion and needed some answers. He turned back to Aquamarine, where she spoke first, asking him, "Do you have bipolar disorder? Because you literally just experienced, like, four emotions after the other."

"No, no, no." He silenced her. "Do you remember how you got here in the first place?"

She didn't seem to understand his question at first, but then the face twisted with confusion. "No. No I don't. I remember leaving Homeworld and then… I was here with you after you healed my gem."

Emerald scratched his head. It was odd that neither of them knew what happened to them after they escaped homeworld, and appeared randomly in this room alone. Well, alone with each other.

Emerald responded to her with his own statement, saying, "I barely remember Homeworld. I can only remember the history and culture and what happened there, but never living on homeworld."

She nodded in agreement. "Same here. I remember it, but I don't remember myself on Homeworld. It's all very strange."

"Hmm…" Emerald began to think out loud. "We have gem powers, but what are they? They could help us break out of⎯⎯"

All of a sudden, Emerald had a flash of his past life. Another gem, a woman, was there. He remembered that her name was Obsidian. "Stay determined, Emerald." Her gem covered her left eye, but she seemed to be able to see perfectly. "We'll find each other again."

He flew back into reality, Aquamarine was now standing over him and shaking his body. "What happened? Wake up, Emerald!" She shouted in his face.

He jumped up from his collapsed position on the floor, which wasn't all that comfortable, due to the ground being made of some hard white substance. Or it could possibly be painted, Emerald didn't know.

He moaned, he had hit his head on the hard flooring. "I… I saw Obsidian. She was standing above me and she…" He gasped. "She told me to stay determined. In this situation she would want me to do everything I could to get out of here."

Emerald felt the walls of their room, looking for any possible points of weakness, and spied a couple of cracks near the floor of the room near the corner. He turned to Aquamarine and asked, "How are we going to break out of here?"

She thought for a moment, and then had an idea. "You just talked with your friend Obsidian, and she gave you information. What if you could do that again?"

"I didn't force it upon myself." Emerald told her. "It was more along the lines of, she forced a message to me and I got knocked out to receive it."

"I wish I could knock you out right now…" She said, crossing her arms.

Emerald ignored her, and turned back to the crack. He had remembered that he could sing to heal people, but what about his other powers? Could they help him somehow? On Homeworld they thought everyone about all of the known gem's powers, and Emerald could recall what an average Emerald's powers were, even though they were looked down upon and barely covered when they were taught to the class.

Emeralds are a strong, resilient gem type. Their powers include the power to heal others by singing, among other powers such as wielding a large War Hammer.

As you can see, they didn't explain every power, but that second power that the teacher included was pretty interesting. A giant War Hammer to smash objects was perfect in this situation! Emerald could knock down the wall, and they could both escape from this white, doorless room!

As if by instinct, Emerald called upon the War Hammer as if by instinct, and it appeared in his right hand. He held it steadily in his hand as if he had held it before, which he might have, due to the fact that their memories were possibly erased for some reason. He eyed Aquamarine looking at him, and she nodded, giving him the okay to swing as she covered her ears just in case this got loud. Which it did.

One second the wall was there, and the next, the wall was gone. Emerald had turned it into a pile of white rubble. If the walls were painted, the stone wouldn't be white, so that was one mystery solved; the walls aren't painted.

Now a couple others arose. Who was keeping them trapped here? Why did they erase their memories? Where were they, and how did they get here?

Stop. Hammer Time.

Get it? Eh?

Whatever...