R H O D O N I T E
At first there was nothing. It was a complete numbness that held no memory, no dreams, no fondness to revisit in the present. The idea was sweet; a world of free of worry or choice, a peaceful state of existence. Now there was a flash of thought. Words echoed out everywhere and before she knew it there in the midst of nothing, a sudden self awareness flooded all of her senses. Where am I? the thought came in a groggy voice. I-in production? The response came as common sense yet the feeling of confusion did not fade. I need to get out… I need to… the thought trailed off and another came through.
“-Newborns, please hear my voice. My name is Aquamarine and I am a Gem just like all of you. You need not worry or feel lost and alone. I will guide you to my location and from there lead you out of this place if you so wish. Just think of your location, think of it and show me in your mind. If you can't then I will come to you, please stay safe...-“
Gem? She questioned That’s right…I’m a gem. Suddenly a flash of light erupted blinding out all other thought. The feeling could only be described as a ‘pop’. It was like a heart beat only the pulses came in waves and disbursed energy, threads of light like ribbons from the core of her being that formed effortlessly into a body. First her head, then torso then arms and legs until there she was. Muted pink skin while her black hair cascaded down her shoulders touches of pink strands blending into ebony. Her gem rested at the center of her forehead and it was a dark rose pink with black ink like markings. Rhodonite had formed. Her fingers dug into the dirt and she noted the softness. The air was dry and caused her choke on the first huff of breath. She coughed tasting metal. Her knees were weak and she could feel them shaking under her own weight. Somehow this didn’t feel normal. Information was chaotic in her mind and the longer she thought the more information seemed to appear. Where am I? The Kindergarten. Who am I? Rhodonite. What am I doing here? I was made here…I was made for… she narrowed her brow, the answer wasn’t there.
Rhodonite stood feeling shaky as she rose. Her pink eyes scanned the area and she could see the grey of the earth around her. Holes were caked along the canyon walls and it was dark. No sense of life. She took a step and turned to look at her own hole. I was just born...how long was I in there? Again she drew a blank. Her hand rose to her forehead and she could feel the warmth of her gem. A groan escaped her lips and she turned her attention from her hole to look again at her surroundings. There was no signs of life yet she could see a set of strings lit in various colors that were scattered in various directions of the canyon. “Other gems…” she mumbled. “The voice…Aquamarine,” she stretched out her hand and followed the lights with her fingers. “Which one,” Rhodonite seemed unsure but moved in the direction of one thread that seemed less erratic than the others. It was bright and steady and it was soothing in the way it glowed, was this Aquamarine. “She said it would be safe,” the comment meant as reassurance for herself. She stood a minute analyzing all the threads still unsure.
At first there was nothing. It was a complete numbness that held no memory, no dreams, no fondness to revisit in the present. The idea was sweet; a world of free of worry or choice, a peaceful state of existence. Now there was a flash of thought. Words echoed out everywhere and before she knew it there in the midst of nothing, a sudden self awareness flooded all of her senses. Where am I? the thought came in a groggy voice. I-in production? The response came as common sense yet the feeling of confusion did not fade. I need to get out… I need to… the thought trailed off and another came through.
“-Newborns, please hear my voice. My name is Aquamarine and I am a Gem just like all of you. You need not worry or feel lost and alone. I will guide you to my location and from there lead you out of this place if you so wish. Just think of your location, think of it and show me in your mind. If you can't then I will come to you, please stay safe...-“
Gem? She questioned That’s right…I’m a gem. Suddenly a flash of light erupted blinding out all other thought. The feeling could only be described as a ‘pop’. It was like a heart beat only the pulses came in waves and disbursed energy, threads of light like ribbons from the core of her being that formed effortlessly into a body. First her head, then torso then arms and legs until there she was. Muted pink skin while her black hair cascaded down her shoulders touches of pink strands blending into ebony. Her gem rested at the center of her forehead and it was a dark rose pink with black ink like markings. Rhodonite had formed. Her fingers dug into the dirt and she noted the softness. The air was dry and caused her choke on the first huff of breath. She coughed tasting metal. Her knees were weak and she could feel them shaking under her own weight. Somehow this didn’t feel normal. Information was chaotic in her mind and the longer she thought the more information seemed to appear. Where am I? The Kindergarten. Who am I? Rhodonite. What am I doing here? I was made here…I was made for… she narrowed her brow, the answer wasn’t there.
Rhodonite stood feeling shaky as she rose. Her pink eyes scanned the area and she could see the grey of the earth around her. Holes were caked along the canyon walls and it was dark. No sense of life. She took a step and turned to look at her own hole. I was just born...how long was I in there? Again she drew a blank. Her hand rose to her forehead and she could feel the warmth of her gem. A groan escaped her lips and she turned her attention from her hole to look again at her surroundings. There was no signs of life yet she could see a set of strings lit in various colors that were scattered in various directions of the canyon. “Other gems…” she mumbled. “The voice…Aquamarine,” she stretched out her hand and followed the lights with her fingers. “Which one,” Rhodonite seemed unsure but moved in the direction of one thread that seemed less erratic than the others. It was bright and steady and it was soothing in the way it glowed, was this Aquamarine. “She said it would be safe,” the comment meant as reassurance for herself. She stood a minute analyzing all the threads still unsure.
