The chasm's edge was no place for a gem to be born, but unfortunately, fate guaranteed that Fireonyx's awakening would a crude, unforgiving fall into the pits below. A tall, slim hole near the top of the kindergarten glowed with pale orange light just before its gem stepped out, onto nothing, unbeknownst to the trip she was about to take straight to the bottom of the chasm. The gem fell forwards, still dazed from her slumber, and spun through the air clumsily. What was she looking at? Several gems were scattered across the kindergarten, but Fireonyx only caught a brief glimpse of each as he vision quickly spun 'round and 'round, spanning a great portion of the chasm where she was born. She tried to call for help, but only a feint moan left her mouth, obstructed by the peculiar location in which her gem was settled. It was of no use, she was going to hit the ground. Hopefully she didn't land on anything too [i]sharp.[/i]

	Thump! The dust flew away from her point of impact, leaving a small indent in the ground where she'd landed. Fireonyx pushed herself up onto her knees and peered at the surrounding machines, all robbed of their life, standing stagnant in the quiet Chasm where gems were made. Fireonyx took note of a very [i]nasally[/i] voice commenting on something she could discern in the distance. But suddenly it was drowned out by somebody shouting from above. [i]"Anybody home?"[/i] the voice inquired innocently. Fireonyx turned her head towards the voice and opened her mouth, but again, nothing came out. For a moment she was frozen in time. Her life hadn't been very long, but already, she wished she was buried back in the canyon wall.