User blog:Regimango/Copals' Beginnings

This is a little thing i wrote about one of my newer gem Copal ( if you couldnt tell from the title)

Hope you enjoy :)

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She couldn’t feel anything, there was nothing but the darkness. But in the blink of an eye she could feel everything. She could see. She could hear. And she could touch.

A soft but commanding voice called from nowhere, “State your gem designation number.” She blurted out instinctively “I am Amber, Facet… uhh” she then realised she didn’t quite know what she was. The voice continued on nonetheless. “Step forward and exit the Kindergarten to the left” the voice felt rigid, as if it were being told what to say. On her first step she felt her legs wobble, struggling with balance. And on her second step her leg fell out from under her and liquefied. Before she knew it her whole body and converted into a slow moving sticky resin. “Umm” she thought to herself, laughing a little bit at the absurdity of it all. She realised there was a muffled mumbling sound nearby, and at the same time a gem appeared in front of her. “You are the new amber yes?” her voice was the same as the disembodied one from earlier, but her rigid tone was laced with disgust and apprehension. She didn’t wait for a reply, “It appears you are more of a copal, which unfortunately means we must shatter you. I do hope your parts will be of some use.” She reached down for Copals’ gem. Copal was terrified, she didn’t know what to do, she was just a puddle after all. She tried to run, to walk, to move at all but her hope was dying fast. By some sort of freak luck or stellar intervention a crevice formed under her and she fell down, just barely escaping the commanding voiced gem.

The bottom of the crevice was pitch black, but compared to what was above her, it was soothing. Her body began re-solidifying and forming back into its proper shape. “Well, I wonder what I should do next.” she asked herself aloud. “I have an idea,” a short, hunched over figure came waddling over, a faint pink lantern lighting their way, “My mistress (Mithtreth?) would welcome you into her domain, she takes (taketh) all the defective gems (gemth).”