Siam

5000 years before Steven

Rose Quartz jumped to her feet. Piles of disrupted battle plans drifted lazily to the ground.

"What?!" She shouted, the power in her voice easily filling the small tent. Lapis Lazuli cowered beneath the sheer malicious power of her voice. I turned away from Rose and faced Lapis.

"Thank you Soldier," I addressed the frightened gem. "Please go inform the soldiers to prepare for battle." Lapis saluted and sharply turned, her slender cobalt form weaving away.

I turned back to face Rose.

"What now?" Ruby asked. Rose Quartz sat down heavily at her desk, and put her hand on her head.

"I have no idea," she sighed. "We're outnumbered. Their technology is more advanced than ours. Moral is low. I just...I don't know what to do."

Silence fell over the tent. Ruby rested her hand of Sapphire's shoulder. Suddenly, an idea popped into my head.

"Fusion!" I shouted, leaping to my feet. Everyone started and stared at me. "Of course! Why didn't I see this?!" If we fuse some of our better fighters together, then even though our ranks are thinner, our skill beats the opposition!" I cried as I paced around."

I whipped around to face Pearl.

"Fuse with me Pearl," I extended my hand to her. She stared at me like I had lost my mind. Part of me believed that I had, but screw it.

"But...Shouldn't we form Rainbow Quartz?" She asked Rose hopefully.

"No. Rainbow Quartz isn't as good of a fighter as Bloodstone." Rose said kindly. "You and Siam are a good match." She added kindly. Pearl nodded and looked crestfallen.

I mentally sighed. I loved fusing with Pearl. It was fun. With my strength and her brains, we were very powerful. But if she resented me even in the slightest, it was harder to stay fused without wanting to brutally shank her with my sword. Which made any decisions in the fusion very complicated.

Fusion is combining the basic elements of your personality with another gem's. It is the ultimate bond between two gems. When you fuse, you don't feel like you should ever be apart. If you are truly a good match, then your fusion is powerful. So Ruby and Sapphire are naturals at this.

Onyx and I were good at this too. We would combine to form Almanidine just for the hell of it. Fusion is basically just trust, and Pearl doesn't seem to trust me. Without trust, a fusion crumbled.

"What do you say Pearl? I asked, and offered her my hand. "Want to fuse?"

Pearl stared at me, then smiled slightly.

"All right," she said, trembling at first, but ending with determination. "Let's do it!"

Laughing, I grabbed her outstretched hand and whipped her out to the open commons outside our cream tent. Gems all around us stopped and stared. The scarlet red gem on my stomach glowed a bright red. Pearl spun to face me, her gem on her forehead glowing cheerfully. I twirled away from her and dropped to my knees. I slid on my legs, then slowly lifted up, moving my body with the very pulse that all of Earth's life danced to.

Pearl swung away from me, and started to dance. While I was moving with the bass-line of the earth pulsing underneath me, Pearl moved with the melody of life, the delicate movements of a butterfly floating from flower to flower. The pale blue vest she wore over her purple leotard spun in the breeze.

Laughing, I moved toward her, her porcelain skin turned pink under the glow of my gem of Siam. She giggled, than ran toward me. Leaping into the air, she twisted and landed in my arms, and we fused.

I have no clue of a human sensation that comes close to the feeling of fusion. The closest thing I can think of is when a limb has been asleep for several hours, and you finally move it. I believe that humans call this sensation "pins and needles" Well, fusion feels like millions of pins and needles piercing the fabric if your being. Our forms dissolved into light for a fraction of a second. Then Bloodstone emerged.

Bloodstone rose up from the pool of light that was one second ago two different gems. She wore a long, pale red skirt similar to the long dress Siam wore. Her top was covered by a pink vest and a white tank. She stood to her full hight, around 8 feet tall, and stretched out the top right arm of her four. A double edged saber with a delicate metal swirl around the blade materialized.

"Lets get this shit done," she said, and swung her sword over her head.