A small, teardrop-shaped stone lay silently on the dusty ground. The gem laid there, no visible cracks on it. It seemed just to sit there, glistening with whatever light came upon it. Suddenly, the stone began to glow and shimmer. It began to float up and a body of light began to form around it. After a few seconds, a tall, slender woman stood in the gem's place. The woman had almost porcelain white skin, along with long white hair that fell almost to the ground. The closer to the ground, the bluer her hair got. She wore a flowing, form-fitting dress with a golden sash. Her eyes were as bright and blue as her dress. And in the center of her chest, laid the gem that was alone before.
Moonstone blinked a few times and stretched. It had been years since she was in this form. She couldn't remember how long. Looking around, she could tell she was in a kindergarten. Places like this always gave her chills.