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In the distance she could hear screams and cries of the fighters.
Her diamond had long fled when the early warnings had come of an attack on Blue Diamond’s temple, and in the stampede of courtiers after her, she had stumbled and fallen. A large foot had cracked her gem, and several smaller ones seemed to have left crushing wounds in her form. She had crawled into an alcove next to the stairs, but now the damage to her gem and her form made it impossible to go further.
She struggled up onto her knees, arms shaking with the pain from her bruises. Tears dripped down her nose as the bitterness rose on her tongue, and the spasms from her cracked stone grew more frequent.
She had been a good pearl. Never straying, ever faithful, despite how in quiet moments she hoped for something different, something forbidden, something more.
Now she was going to break into pieces.
A sound. Footsteps, light and quick. Someone was coming up the stairs. The screams had stopped.
A pale and slight gem was leaping up the stairs, unhindered by their size. In one hand she held a glimmering spear, and in the other floated a white bubble, containing - no. It was impossible. Blue Diamond had evacuated.
Impossibility, now that struck a chord -
Like something from a dream, a half-forgotten memory -
(never forgotten, never. But hope was something powerful and terrible and must be hidden, even within the mind)
It was with a jolt she noticed the smooth unfaceted baroque on the gem’s forehead.
It was her.
She gave one last effort and pushed herself upright for a better look.
At the same time, the rebel turned to peer into the alcove.
“Steven! Come quickly!” She called, eyes wide in alarm.
Worried. For a pearl. A smile twitched onto her face before her strength finally left her. She slumped sideways onto the hard floor.
Through her fringe she saw the gem, the pearl , reaching, concern drawing lines on her face.
A legend…
A Renegade.