After my week with her, I can see that everything I heard about Yellow Diamond was true. In my time with White Diamond, I would hear whispers in the public areas and whatnot, and the majority of what I heard was that Yellow Diamond was cold and unforgiving. I heard rumors of unnecessary and seemingly useless public executions, rumors of her seeing the slightest slight, someone doing something harmless that she either way would take as an insult, and would subsequently order one of her jaspers to execute the poor soul. And now, after my week with her, I would rather be with any other diamond. Already, she has had me execute many citizens that I honestly could not see as execution worthy, gems who had no affiliation with the Diamond Authority other than being citizens under it. The worst part was the children, something that I had no choice in. At least there was some reason behind the adults, be them weak reasons or not, but the children did nothing except be raised by these "traitors".

It was all I could do to not sigh in relief as I was walking away from her, having been dismissed for the night, and on my way to my room, I was just hoping that the other diamonds wouldn't be as bad as her. When I reach my room, I finally let the sigh out, and think about the fact that I at least got better at sleeping. For the past week, it has been taking less and less time to initiate it, to the point where if I close my eyes with the intention of sleep, I will be rendered unconscious almost immediately.

This very night, I do exactly that, waking up feeling rejuvenated the next morning. I began heading towards Blue Diamond's room, the next diamond on my schedule. As I walked past gems and recognized them, I greeted them. This being the beginning of the fourth week that I was alive, I recognize almost every single one, and the ones I don't remember, I introduce myself to. They all greet me warmly, and not just because I'm the diamond champion. They all genuinely appreciate the fact that I'm willing to remember all their names, and they think me a friend because of it.

I reach Blue Diamond's room and stand next to the door and wait for the pearl to bring me inside. Something in this society that I don't like is the treatment of pearls. As I have studied the society, I have seen pearls as the hardest working class, doing the most work and pulling the most loads, and yet they are treated worst than any other gem, excluding the lowest of the low, working classes with jobs so worthless, they are treated like destitutes of the organic civilizations. The only consolation for me from the fact is that all the people that I see that would treat a pearl the worst are the people that can't afford a pearl. As I'm mulling over my thoughts, Blue Pearl walks out and gestures me inside the office.

When I walk inside, I see that out of all the offices I've seen so far, this one is the saddest themed, everything a dark shade, with very depressing artwork and drab wallpapers. This particular choice of decorating confused me as far as diamonds go, but to each his own, I guess. Blue speaks, "I do not feel like walking around today, that is more Yellow and White's sort of thing. In fact, I might not walk around for your whole week here. The most I might go is to go to one of the colonies. All I'm saying is that you might want to get comfortable." Finishing what she wanted to say for the day, she turned back in her chair and started working on her tablet. Taking my cue, I walked back over to the door and stood to the side, acting as a guard. A few hours into the day, Blue looked back over to me and said, "Do you plan on standing like that all day?" I responded with the customary "Yes, my diamond". She followed up with, "Do you plan on doing that for the rest of the week?" I responded, "Wherever you go, I will follow. That is my job, protecting you and following your orders. I will do what you wish." She grunted her satisfaction with that answer and turned back to her work. And, true to my word, I stood at the door all day and did my job.

And that's exactly how that entire week went, Blue being a recluse and doing desk work while I stood at the door guarding her. I can't say that it was exciting as much as it was monotonous, like my week with White. At the end of the week, I realized that this was good for me, because after my scarring experiences with Yellow, this was my opportunity to calm down and think a little. It was basically my first week of rest in the past four weeks of work. Now, all I really had to do was contemplate what Pink was going to be like. So naturally, with all these questions bubbling around in my head, I slept on it.

I woke up the next morning and headed to Pink's room, standing next to the door when I got there. After a while, Pink Diamond herself walked out and ushered me in, smiling a motherly smile at me as she did when we first met. "Hello Diamond Champion, I've been looking forward to my week with you. So, how was it?". I was taken slightly aback, just like my first meeting with her. It's very strange to me that out of all the diamonds so far that I have worked for, she is the only one that seemed to care about me. I replied, "How was what?" Pink chuckled, "You're past three weeks, with each of the diamonds. C'mon, I want to hear your opinion on all of this, how you've been treated so far, what you've done, what you've seen. So I'll ask again, how was it?"

I was a little caught off guard by her interest in me, and didn't know how to respond, so, haltingly at first, I began with White, worked my way through her week, then, fearfully and with a little prodding from Pink, I talked about Yellow's week, and how she got me to enforce her cruelty, though Pink assured me Yellow had to have had her reasons, and afterwards, I talked about Blue's week. All through our little one sided conversation, Pink listened very intently, genuinely seeming to care about everything I had to say.

I couldn't help but be a little more open and feel more comfortable what with her disposition and her cozy office. When I was done, she smiled yet again and said, "Wow, you've probably seen more in four weeks than any other diamond champion has seen in a decade. It is very hard for a diamond champion to get a schedule, let alone free will after the fact. The fact that you've come this far this fast is impressive. I'll let you know right now, if you're feeling confident enough after your first time to ask a diamond council to judge whether or not you're ready for free will, I will support you, and I will do everything I can to get the other diamonds to agree. If any champion deserves free will after a month, it's you, and you can take that to heart."

After her little monologue, I started to feel more confident in myself and my abilities. Granted, this diamond was quite a bit more open in her emotions, but assuming that the other diamonds follow her example, then that must mean that the others might support me too. I might have more of a chance to become fully fledged within the first month than I had originally thought. This not to mention the fact that she just said that she would try to convince other dissenters. From what I've seen so far, Pink can be persuasive, shown from her ability to make me talk about my more uncomfortable subjects of thought, and talk that I've heard among the public, not to mention the way I've seen the other diamonds treat her. While Blue and Yellow seem to consider her like a child, they do seem to consider her opinions wholeheartedly. According to my early calculations before this meeting, I had a twenty-five percent chance of becoming fully fledged within the first month. Now, after doing more calculations, I have a sixty-seven point nine percent chance. The only thing affecting my chances now is Black Diamond, being the only diamond that I haven't met yet.

Pink began speaking again, "As for my plans today, I'm thinking about going to one of my favorite colonies so far. It's one of Black's colonies but he is secretly and unofficially sharing it with me, so no telling right Champion" I nod and give the customary "yes my diamond" pose. She laughs at my formality and continues "Anyway It's based on planet revolving around a star named Phi Tau Zeta. The planet is one of the more organically hospitable ones that we have found so far, not that it matters much to any gem, considering that we really don't need organic environs to live properly, but I love it because of the life that we have discovered there. It's all so beautiful. It really makes me wish Blue and Yellow would let me have one already..." She sank into thought for a minute, and then began leading us to the docks so that we could head to the planet, which Pink had told me was named Epsilon. When we got to the docks, I took a moment to look at all the wonderful ships. Having read extensively about technology, and having taken a couple of classes, I'm as qualified as a bismuth at building and a peridot at technological programming and setting. All this to say that I could see that these were fine ships.

We got on Pink's special built interstellar travel ship, she told the pilot peridot the location, and we buckled in for the ride. Having taken a look at the machinery before take-off, I projected that the ship would land within ten minutes. My math proved me correct, as we made touchdown on the planet after a comfortable ten minute cruise through the stars. We got off the ship, and I took a moment to look around, this being the first homeworld colony that I had ever been on. Compared to the concrete jungle feel of homeworld, the industrial complex of the society, this planet had more of a tropical feel, forests surrounding the town we were in on all sides, flowers blossoming from the trees, plus many other blooms from the ground. The occupants of the town were also very hospitable people, each of them greeting each other as they passed by, none of the distracted silence of a homeworld street. The buildings were also simpler, being made of a simple iron alloy, casting a darker shade than the steel and silver composites of homeworld buildings.

I took point off the ship, scanning the area, as is customary in public or social situations. Pink walked off behind me, chuckling a little, knowing what I was doing and obviously finding it unnecessary. When she came up beside me, she leaned down and said, "That's not needed here." Feeling a little embarrassed about my caution, while simultaneously not feeling embarrassed about my caution because dangers exist out there and this is literally my only job, I stepped aside and let Pink walk in front of me. When people saw her, because how can you not see her, they started flocking over to her, making me a little wary because, again, my only job. Instead of asking her rose quartzes to make her some room, she leaned over and started shaking hands and letting people come in for hugs, basically letting everyone treat her like a mother, or, at the least, a matriarch. It still kind of made me nervous, but I was getting a bit better about it now, and when I saw some children trying to get close but being booted out by the crowd, I took some initiative and walked over and, using my position as diamond champion, I cleared a path for the children, letting them get close to Pink.

I looked up in time to see Pink witness my act of generosity, giving me a wink to show her appreciation for the act. By the time the crowd had calmed down a little bit, an agate, the politico in charge of overseeing the development of the town, walked up to Pink and offered some refreshments after the ride here, and also a public appointment so that they had time to gather more people. Pink graciously agreed, and the guard of the town took her to the kind of community center they had next to the town hall. There, they many assortments of drinks and foods, including a popular drink called Chrysol, a kind of alcohol for gems, the only drink capable of influencing a gem, or, in other words, making us drunk. I cringed a little at the sight, thinking it a little unsavory for this kind of get together, but for now, I said nothing about it. They also had other flavored mixes, teas, some weird concoction called coffee, and smoothies made from the local fruits.

As for food, they had roasts made from native animals, salads, dressings, and sandwiches of different ingredients. After letting us get accommodated, the guards left the room, leaving just me and Pink. After sampling the food for a while, Pink spoke, "I imagine by this point, you know why this is my favorite planet. The people here know how to treat a lady!" she said as she tossed a slice of ham into her mouth, "Anyway, I saw you eyeing the Chrysol a little weird. Have you ever tried it before?" I nodded my head to signify no. "Well then, why don't you try it? It's okay to drink in small amounts, so if you have a small amount, it shouldn't terribly affect your ability to do your job." She grabbed the bottle and a small glass, something I know the regular citizens call a shot. Pink poured a small amount into the shot, and started to offer the glass to me, to which I tried to deny the shot, not wanting to become intoxicated. Finally, her motherly charm worked, and I took the shot, swishing the liquid around in my mouth for flavor, and swallowing the liquid. And I was utterly surprised, as it was the best the thing I have ever tasted, for one thing, and as it was the best feeling I have ever had as it went down for another thing.

The second it hit my whatever passes for a stomach for gems, I was practically begging Pink for another shot, shaking the glass up and down for her to fill it up again. Pink started her signature chuckle and said, "I take it you like it. Well, unfortunately, I can't give you another glass now, we still have another public event to do today. I don't know about you, but I would prefer a completely sober diamond champion in public as compared to a wasted one. Tell you what, though, I don't have to go back to homeworld until tomorrow, so we can stay here overnight, and you can have as much as you want. I will warn you, though, there are consequences for having too much, even for someone of your disposition. I also fear that, even with your quick adaptational skills, you might be a lightweight." She pondered for a moment and added, "You know what, people learn best from mistakes, so you can go ahead and go crazy tonight. Perhaps I can prevent you from becoming an alcoholic by letting you experience every alcoholic's nightmare." She let that sentence sit there for a bit, as someone knocked on the door, signaling us to head to the appointed area for the public show.

All the way there, and all through the ceremony, I had a hard time concentrating, thinking the entire time of that heaven in a cup. Of course, I still had to pay attention because I still had to protect Pink from any possible assassins, as minute as the chance might be. Past my slight distraction, the ceremony seemed to pass in a minute. Me and Pink headed back to the room, where she had special ordered many cases of Chrysol, not knowing what I would be able to handle and therefore assuming that I could handle a lot. Needless to say, I couldn't have been happier. I went to grab a shot glass, but Pink waved me off, "I told you to go crazy, and it's harder to go crazy with a shot than with a bottle." With that, she handed me a bottle, uncorking it for me. Right then and there, I began chugging it like it was the last bottle of Chrysol in existence. By the end of the bottle, my chest was burning and I felt stronger than one thousand me's. Over in the chair, Pink was laughing hysterically, trying to say something through her breaths about my hardiness.

That didn't matter to me now. What mattered to me now was this bottle that said strawberry on the side, a mesmerizing thought, considering that before this point, I didn't think alcohol could come in different flavors or even that anything could have a "flavor" unless it was a foodstuff; I guess conquering organic civilizations came with simple benefits. Anyhow, just like the last one, I chugged this bottle harder than one of life's lemons.

This pattern continued for about twelve bottles before Pink halted me. Her face was a dark pink from all the laughing she had done, and she had tear tracks running down her cheeks from the intensity of the laughter. "Look, I know I said to go crazy, but we don't have an unlimited supply, so pace yourself. I also don't want to accidentally lose one of the best diamond champions I have ever seen to alcohol poisoning, well, you wouldn't die but it'd still hurt like crazy." It took a while through my sluggish thoughts, a result of the alcohol, to fully comprehend what she said, but when it registered, I realized that I might have gone a little crazy in the attempt to get as much chrysol in me as fast as physically possible.

With my restraint back in reign, I went back to the chrysol bottles, and started drinking at a more controlled pace. Instead of taking five seconds a bottle, they now took five minutes, a fact that Pink appreciated a little more. When I finally felt full, feeling as if nothing more could fit in me, I looked at the damage done. All said and done, there were one hundred and thirty seven bottles littering the floor, a fact that made me feel terrible, because someone was going to have to clean the mess up. I began to set to the task when the alcohol caught up to me, causing me to trip on one bottle and smashing my face on another.

Pink rushed over to help me, but I saved her the trouble by getting up myself and stepping on a broken shard of glass, cutting me and causing a weird, blue, blood-like substance to leak out. Pink hesitated momentarily in what seemed to be confusion before regaining composure and taking me over to the bed. I tried to protest, the bed belonging to her, when she said, "I don't care about the bed, you need it more anyways. What I care about is the fact that you could handle a lot more than I was anticipating you to."

When she had me set on the bed, she asked, "What were you thinking, anyway, when you tripped on the bottle? What were you intending to do?"

I looked at her, and, speaking with slurred words, told her, "I wanted to clean up the mess."

She asks, "Why? There are plenty of pearls that could do that for you. Why is it that you have to do it?" I look at her for a moment and wonder why, out of all the things she seems to understand about me, she didn't understand this one thing.

I answered, "I don't want the pearls to do it. They are already going to have to clear out this room so that it can again be used by the public. I just wanted to make their job easier. That's all." Pink looked at me a little longer, and looked down and smiled one of the biggest smiles I have seen her smile so far.

She spoke, "I can't tell you how happy I am about the fact that you are a caring person. In the past few diamond champions, that seems to be the thing that the diamonds have started to neglect teaching. I began to be the only one that cared about compassion anymore, always making sure that the champion knew how to be nice to others. So far, you are the only one that I didn't have to teach." She leaves off on that, leaving me to rest after my "party".

Before I knew it, I woke up in the morning. I attempted to get out of bed, but before finishing the task, I felt a pain so blinding that I couldn't even move my head. After taking stock of the situation, I deduced that this is a headache from none other than Hades itself, a manifestation of all the evil in the world punishing me for being so reckless last night, for being so distracted during the public presentation, during my fall on the bottle, for even drinking at all. Right here, on this bed, I vowed that I would never drink, ever again. This debilitating headache of Hades could be endangering Pink as we speak, yet I wouldn't be able to do anything about it because of my mistakes. Pink walked over, having heard my rustling on the bed, to check on me. "How are we feeling?" she asked.

Feeling completely and totally reckless for the first time in my life, I decided to double down and answered, "Why did you let this happen to me?"

At that, Pink began chuckling, and answered, "I had hoped that letting you have your way with the chrysol would discourage you from being a hopeless alcoholic in the future. It appears that I have succeeded in that, at least."

After that, she looked at her tablet, checking the time, and looked at me with a very apologetic look on her face before saying very quickly, "I'm really sorry." Confused, I was about to ask what for when she shot her arms under me and lifted me very quickly, causing me the most excruciating pain I think will ever be possible for me to feel again. She laid me gingerly on the floor and said in a rush, "I'm sorry but we have to go now, there's a diamond council meeting starting in an hour."

Sucking up my pain, using my breathing methods that are more effective for relieving pain than some of the other things I have read, I trotted along beside Pink as we headed for the ship. When we got on the ship, Pink leaned over to the comm station built into the wall, and told the peridot to lift off now. The ship left the ground in a jolting manner, causing me a slight bout of pain before I took control of it again. In ten minutes, we touched down on homeworld, where Pink ran off the ship the second the door opened, causing me another public scare as I looked to the confused people to the left and right of her. I immediately set off after her, not wanting to cope with another safety issue.

We made it to the Diamond Dwelling without problem, and Pink continued to run for the council room, the room that I had been indicted as the diamond champion on my first day here. When we made it, we were unsurprisingly five minutes early. After gathering her breath, Pink said, "You are dismissed for today, champion. You may go back to your room and report back to me tomorrow. I said "yes my diamond" and headed out to my room. On my way, I stopped everyone I saw and asked how they would get rid of the devil himself clawing his way out of my cranium. While I imagine that this is a common problem among many people, I got very strangely mixed answers from everyone, answers ranging from dunking yourself in cold water to eating egg yolks. What in the world even is an egg?

When I get to my room, I do everything that was suggested to me except for that egg thing, I don't even know if I could requisition one if I wanted to. But I only found that nothing worked other than time, letting the headache abate itself in other words. When the headache turned into a dull throb, I went to the swimming pool in my room, deciding to take a long, relaxing soak for some calm exercise. When it became night outside, I went to my bed, and slept the night away. It wasn't until I was five minutes late and Pink Pearl was banging frantically on my door that I realized I overslept. When I worked up the energy to get out of bed and go to door, a rose quartz kicked down my door, trying to see that if I was okay, only to see me standing a foot away from the fallen door, slightly disheveled from my wonderful night of rest. Looking sheepish from his blunder, his head hung downwards and he muttered an apology. I walked up to him, put my hand on his shoulder, and told him that it was okay, to not call anyone, I would fix the door later. The quartz seemed to perk up immediately when I put my hand on his shoulder. He gave me a stark and happy "yes sir" and rushed back to his post.

I looked at the pearl and motioned for her to start walking. When we at last reached the door, I myself began to feel sheepish, not wanting to disappoint Pink with my being late and my explanation of why I was late. Finally, I entered the room, and encountered her, the smile of a thousand years, pure forgiveness itself etched into the very being of it. Wearing this smile, Pink spoke to me, "It appears that you feel this morning the way I felt yesterday at the diamond council. Don't worry about being late, I understand completely. This incidental accident will not spur my decision to support you, should you want to become a fully fledged champion." Relief filled me, just like the reminder that this is not a Diamond that I need to fear. Pink then began to lay out the day's plan, which was, you guessed it, practically nothing. It's not that Pink didn't want to do anything, but the other diamonds had loaded her with a lot of work at yesterday's council meeting, and so she might not be able to do anything for the rest of the week. So, just like blue diamond, she told me to get comfy. And, disappointingly, nothing happened for the rest of the week.

After Pink came the last diamond on my rotation, Black Diamond. On my last day with her, Pink told me not worry about him, that he was just a big softie, despite what you might assume from his position. Somehow, I feel like she feels like that for everyone. Either way, I had just slept and was on my way to his office, early as usual. When I was ushered into his office, I was surprised to find that Black was actually about my height, although still taller, as I am, and always will be, short. To put it simpler, Dark was about six to seven feet tall, nowhere near the height of the other diamonds. It's weird that I didn't notice this when I first saw him, but I suppose anything would be easy to miss when you were just born and a bunch of strange women are ushering you about a large building created to cater them.

Blacl began speaking to me, "Hello champion!", he began shaking my hand emphatically, "I've heard many promising things about you from the other diamonds at the last council meeting. While I may not be walking around town, ever, or taking you to other planets, I promise you I still have some exciting stuff to show you!" With that, he began leading me through his office, which, while having been built to accommodate the size of the other diamonds, was filled to the brim with scientific equipment. With my technological knowledge, I was able to identify most of it, but some of the machinery was beyond my comprehension. Black was speaking again, "I heard from my older sister that you bleed, is this true?" I nodded and attempted the "yes my Diamond" gesture but he waved it off, "Oh posh on that formality, just adress me by my pseudonym: Dark and let us put aside that interesting detail for another day as I do have something quite exciting to tell you, I have been on to some interesting stuff. I have delved into the research of energy fluctuations within gems, determining what kinds of fluctuations along certain energy channels inside the gem determine the outcome on the physical form of the gem in question." His quick analysis of his research piqued my interest. That was indeed an interesting topic with which to discuss. I found myself, while confused about how so easily he switched topics, immemsely curious to see what he had found so far.

We stopped in front of a machine of the larger sort, in the middle of which was suspended a peculiar thing to find suspended in a machine. A non-cracked, perfectly pristine gem. I began to ask if that was what I thought it was when Dark interrupted me, "Yes, that is a gem. Now, before you start harping to me about how it isn't right to imprison a gem like that, the gem is corrupt, and in any case, it poofed ten gems and shattered twenty, so it's kind of getting what it deserves." Satisfied with his explanation, I let him continue. He walked up to a display on the machine, where he pressed a button to turn the machine on. When the display popped on, there was depicted on it's screen many fuzzy lines running in parallel lines, many other fuzzy lines crossing them in a perpendicular fashion, creating a kind of lattice. I attempted to count the lines, only to find that there were too many, numerous enough to be compared to the stars. Dark gave me an explanation, "These are the energy channels running through the gem. As you can see, there are trillions, verging on quadrillions. Each individual channel determines a physical feature that occurs on the gems physical form, as well as a layer dedicated to what I like to call Psychological Channels."

He began tampering with the display, sifting through the many layers of channels before he came on the one he wanted. This particular layer was not sorted and latticed like the other channel layers, but was erratic, each channel haphazardly connecting with millions of others. After looking at it for a moment, I thought that these channels looked familiar. Dark, sensing my thoughts, nodded his confirmation, "Yes, I imagine they do look familiar. They look like the cortex of a biological animal's brain. After much study, I have found these channels to be the main processing center of the gem, the channels that deal with comprehending the information being collected from the other channels, and interpreting it into physical being, using immense amounts of energy output to bend light itself and create a tangible being." I was shocked, that bit of information on it's own was a groundbreaking discovery. He continued, "These channels are also responsible for lower thinking, such as instinct, and higher thought, such as what we are engaging in right now. Now, do you remember when I told you that this gem is corrupted." I nodded my head affirmative, "Good, look closely at these channels."

I peer closer at the screen, looking for whatever Dark wants. When I see it, I understand why he asked me to focus on the corruption part, "These channels look decayed, fractured."

Dark nodded his head, "Yes, they are. These channels are responsible for putting off the physical form created by the other channels and higher thought. But, when they are disrupted or fractured, the channels can no longer comprehend the information from the channels properly, horribly disfiguring the form of the gem unlucky enough to have this happen to them. It also disrupts their higher thinking, making it so that they themselves can't understand their environment, making them aggressive and irritable." We sat in silence for a moment, staring at the frayed channels of the unfortunate gem that had corrupted.

Finally, I feel that I have to ask Dark, "Why haven't you brought this to the scientific community? This is utterly astounding research. I am in awe of the things you have explained to me today. You could shift the tides in the medical industry. You could spur intensive research into the cure of corruption. You could help many people and prevent many deaths."

Dark just looks at me sadly, and stares at his research for a while, then looks back at me, "You know, I have been a diamond all my life, and yet I'm never treated like a diamond by the others. They always treated me like the odd one out for wanting to be smart, for wanting to know everything I could possibly know, for wanting to use my knowledge to help people. Not to mention my pitiful size. To make things worst, their feelings towards me has transcribed onto the public, so now they respect me about as much as the diamonds do. Even my own court loves the others over me, Pink I can understand, but the others make no sense. If I tried to bring all of this to the scientific community, they would take as seriously as a potato in a boot. I would get nowhere, and everything would stay the same."

I felt bad for Dark. He was treated poorly for his interests and his personality, things that we just biologically proved he can't control. This got me to start thinking about how to help him. Then I got an idea, "We need to cure corruption."

Dark was stupefied, "Cure corruption! Champion, think about this. You're basically asking me to shatter Mother Moonstone! You can't honestly expect me to cure corruption on my own, do you?!"

I smile and answer, "No, I don't expect you to cure it on your own. That's why I'm going to help you." He just gaped at me, so I try to comfort him by saying, "Look, I have read every book known to gem kind about the biology of gems. Plus, you're bound to have research papers about everything in this lab, so I'll just read those overnight, get caught up, and, starting tomorrow, we'll work on curing corruption."

I think about it for a moment, "You know, when my week is up with you, Pink plans on calling a council meeting to vote on whether or not I can become a fully fledged champion. I'll have much more time on my hands if I were fully fledged, as compared to seeing you one week every month." I held out my hand, attempting to seal the deal, "So, are we agreed?"

Dark stared at my hand for a long while, then smiled a smile almost as bright as Pink's, "You've got a deal champion. I'll vote for your freedom at that council meeting and in return, you'll help me cure corruption." he took my hand and starting shaking vigorously.

For the rest of the week, while helping Dark with his research, I became antsier and antsier about the vote, hoping to any power that be that it'll give me my freedom. Then, the time came on my last day with Dark, he commed the other diamonds on his tablet, and ordered the council meeting. We all gathered in the room while dusk cast it's eerie glow outside. White Diamond called order, and set the rules of the vote, "Today, we will be voting to see if Aq.F5, the current diamond champion, is worthy of becoming a full diamond champion, allowing him full access to go wherever he pleases on homeworld, plus access to any colony with permission. He will still have to follow orders from us, but he will be allowed to inject his input as an equal to us. We will be using the time we've had with him to argue whether or not these things may happen. In order for these things to come to pass, three out of five diamonds must vote in favor. Let us begin."

With that began a surprisingly non-heated discussion, a slight interjection here or there, but otherwise a very civil debate. In the end five out of five diamonds voted in favor of my full induction as a diamond champion. I did it. I became a full diamond champion in a month. Now, I have freedom.