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Darkness. That was all Chalcedony could see after her sacrifice.
As a bodyguard, she’s meant to protect the gem she was assigned. Her memories were quite fuzzy and everything was a blur.
She blinked once, twice, and then with a third time and her vision cleared. Then she remembered.
Onyx, a former guard, attacked her and she jumped in front of Goshenite to protect her. And then…
Nothing.
When Chalcedony’s mind caught up to her senses, she found herself in a black space with a white ground. She felt…
confined with a feeling of panic and danger, deep inside of her.
There was a white force covering an opening to the cell she was in, only able to be opened by one outside of it. Touching that force would cause a shock that could poof her if she was any weaker than a calcite. Since she’s around twice the strength of a calcite, it’d just cause intense pain. Chalcedony didn’t notice the force, though, since she was facing the wall as if staring into a dark void.
That pain wasn’t anything compared to what she felt.
An agonizing pain shot from her gem, then through her arms and wrists whenever she made the slightest move.
When Chalcedony glanced at her arms, she noticed cracks there. She cringed at the sight of them.
Once again, she remembered Goshenite.
Where is she? Is she okay?
Chalcedony then felt a presence behind her. She turned sharply, ignoring the pain in her wrists to see who was with her.
The gem standing by her was none other than Onyx herself.
Like Chalcedony, Onyx was tall, only around an inch taller than her. She had long dark hair tied in a ponytail. Her bangs were swept to the side, partially covering the tear-drop shaped gem, located where her right eye would be. She wore the standard outfit for onyx guards but with long, sharp shoulder pads and elbow-length gloves.
She stood in an intimidating stance, holding a long, black scythe. She glanced down at the helpless prisoner before her.
“Reformed already?” The gem asked.
Chalcedony remained silent, misery reflecting in her golden-yellow eyes.
“Obviously.” She said flatly.
“Speak clearly and answer my question. REFORMED ALREADY!?”
Chalcedony flinched.
“Yes.” She replied.
“Where’s Goshenite?”
“Who?” Onyx asked.
”Goshenite! The gem I’m supposed to guard.”
“Oh, her.” Onyx said. “I have her right here.”
With that said, Onyx opened her clenched fist and dropped some pieces of something that sparkled like… a gem. She had an unnerving grin plastered on her face, revealing sharp fangs. Onyx then opened the cell by placing a flat hand on the small panel used to open and close it. Immediately, Chalcedony ran out, then stumbled to her knees to see what Onyx had dropped for her.
Upon seeing what was left for her, Chalcedony froze.
Right in front of her was Goshenite’s gem shards. She was shattered and there was nothing Chalcedony could do. All she could do was cry. She crouched on the ground, hanging her head in guilt, her hands covering her face, trembling once again.
Why couldn’t I save her?
I’m supposed to protect her.
I should be shattered for failing in my duty.