Chapter Twenty One: Miscalculation
He tried to wipe it away.
It didn't work.
Ever since Malachite and the others returned, he'd had these black patterns on his skin.
He could only suspect the worst;
Corruption.
He limped outside, feeling drained.
Turquoise was there, yet he paid little attention to her.
Malachite submerged himself in water, giving it a soft pink glow, but nothing fixed it.
He felt his face, finding two whisker-like filaments.
Turquoise looked at him, tilting her head.
"What's wrooo-oh... Yeah, we need to help you."
His body started to stretch a bit, causing him to yelp.
His dark green stripes warped a bit as his skin turned to scales.
The others rushed out, but it was too late.
Standing in his place was what seemed like a real Chinese dragon.
"Is it bad?"
Tourmaline put a mirror in front of him.
He groaned.
"I need help."
Suddenly, his eyes turned white. He roared, soaring away.
"That happened."
Altaite winced. "Think we should go find him?"
Onyx dropped himself on the sand. "He'll be fine."
Azurite decided to go outside.
"Hey guys, what're we staring at?" He looked up, spotting a strange figure.
"WE NEED TO GO, NOW!"
He went into his small cave, returning with a pouch in his hand.
Inside was a golden apple, which glittered in the sun.
"Our mentor gave us this pouch. Reach in, pull out an apple. Infinite supply, specially made for us. Heals and prevents corruption for up to a thousand years."
He threw it into the open air in front of Malachite, who did a U-turn and was now returning.
He gulped it down, returning to his regular form and falling about three thousand five hundred feet, which wasn't actually that high to him.
He groaned, then said his thanks, then collapsed.
He'd need rest before fighting Yellow Diamond.