Chapter Nineteen: Escape

Tiger's Eye emerged from her gem.

She had what seemed like one of those bandages that you'd think fighters had on their fists, but hers was around the waist.

Her hair was the kind that was brown and then it faded blonde. It was mostly loose but the rest was braided.

She regenerated in Onyx's hand.

Seemed like he was carrying her.

They were nearing the Strawberry Fields.

Where their first battle as Stishovite took place.

There they found a mound of dirt among other mounds.

They dug under each one with no luck.

"Is the armor even here? Have we made a miscalculation?"

Malachite sighed.

"It's no use. There's no way we'll find it in-"

He looked at something.

It was the first staff they used when they were a fusion.

He dug under it and unearthed a four-armed chestplate. He stared at it in disbelief.

He turned to faced Onyx.

"This set would fit us."

He seemed confused. "How? Are we going to put two of us in one set?"

He laughed. "You'll see."

He touched the cold metal.

It started to glow, turning into a stone.

"Still works. That's nice." He picked up the blue stone, telling the other four to touch the other sets of armor.

Altaite touched one and it turned clear yet colorful.

The one that Tiger's Eye touched turned yellow.

"Why are they turning different colors?"

Onyx remembered. "Don't you recall? This was our armor. Before we formed Stishovite, we used to be other fusions. That's what those ball-shaped capsules around our belts are for; we slip in the stones and it's instant armor."

Come to think of it, yes, that was what happened.

After Kyanite unfused, Malachite stumbled upon Onyx, who would later become his battle partner and would often fuse.

After escaping the lab where Jet made Altaite, he met Turquoise, Malachite, and Onyx.

Once Tourmaline surfaced from the ground after her gem met a small leak of energy on Homeworld, she found Tiger's Eye, and the two eventually met the others.

The armor was made for them, but the fourth one was huge.

"Let's take that one. It's special. On my three, okay?"

The others nodded.

"One..."

They leaned over the hole.

"Two..."

They readied their hands.

"Three!"

They all touched it, watching it turn into a clear stone.

It rose from the hole, falling into Malachite's hand.

Stishovite's armor.

And there was yelling behind them.

"We have to go! Now!"

They made a run for it.