A huge blast shook the entire house. After it passed, Miles reached out to touch the Chaos Emerald. It was cool, so he picked it up and examined it. The gem had lost it's bright red color, it was now just an ordinary green emerald. "Okay, the Chaos Emerald changed color. Nothing wrong with that...Right?" Miles said, panicking. Neither of the twins could answer him. "I guess you're not the best people to ask. I'll go ask Nic."
"Nic!" Miles yelled as he ran into the living room.
"What is it, buddy?" Nic asked, turning to his friend.
"The Chaos Emerald, it changed color!"
"What's wrong with that? I think we should be worrying about the house shaking."
"That was the Chaos Emerald. When me and the twins were looking at it, it started glowing, then it blew up and turned green!" Miles held out the emerald.
"It doesn't seem like the other green Chaos Emerald, the one that's normally green. It's duller." Nic noticed.
Silver and Marine came down the stairs. "What's the matter, mates?" Marine asked.
Nic turned to the two. "The red Chaos Emerald turned green."
"What's wrong with that?" Neither Marine or Silver were familar with the Chaos Emeralds, so Miles and Nic had to explain a little.
"See, this one is normally red, but it turned green, and not like the normal green Chaos Emerald. It's not as brightly colored." Nic held out the gem so they could take a closer look.
"I do remember all the Chaos Emeralds being brightly colored, but it's all kind of blurry." Silver agreed.
"I've never actually seen a Chaos Emerald, so I'll just say you're right." Marine half-agreed.
"So the Chaos Emeralds are turning into normal emeralds?" Silver asked.
"I guess you could say that. Whatever's happening to them, it's not good."
That night, there were reports of theft at the muesem in town; A new exhibit in the jewel wing, a blue diamond-cut gem, had been stolen. Nic, a natural hero, was determined to catch whoever did it. The morning after the theft, he was out the door and searching in minutes. He questioned whoever he thought looked suspicious, and that was a lot of people. Clearly, he was not the detective type. When he was about to go home and have lunch, he spotted a purple-haired 19-year-old man wearing a brown hat being followed by a white-haired young woman who looked a year younger. They each carried a small cloth sack and were whispering to each other. Now these people actually looked suspicious. He ran in front of them, stopping them in their tracks. Before he could even question them, the man pulled out a gun and held it against Nic's head...