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Sleep was such a glorious thing. Being able to exist separately from everything else, unconscious, in your own world, was one of the best things to do. Besides looking over a mountain of corpses beautiful scene, sleep was, by far, the greatest of past times and the best of experiences. It granted the ability to soar the skies, shape landscapes, murder your friends and enemies alike, and visit the most amazing of places - real or otherwise. 

In the depths of sleep, you needn't worry about anything. Nothing truly mattered, and unlimited bliss was in your hand. But it's limited. Like a drug, it only lasts a short while before it wears off. With every high there's a low, and it just so happened that the low from sleep was difficult. Most are usually groggy, some miss the fantasy hidden in a dreamscape. 

And it was such an easily attainable drug. One must simply drift off to the infinite expanse that is sleep. The simplicity of that task, mind you, varied from person to person; being difficult for some, yet easily attainable for others. But simply sleeping is never enough. There are those that find it impossible, or close to, to remember dreams of any kind - instead waking up to that tiredness, with no recollection of their previous murders nights fable. 

As was such for one Gem in particular. Charoite, a deep purple gem of dubious stability and snarky personality. Her eye lids wavered and flicked open, to hear a loud shriek; whether in pain or fear unknown. The girl, if you could call her that, had always been a light sleeper - or had she? At any rate, she was a light sleeper now. Her view glanced upwards to the light rays of light trickling through a hole. 

Whatever this impression was, it was confining. Small, even, yet oddly spacious. How long had she been here for? Long enough for the place to acquire quite a layer of dust; which plumed up into the air like a mushroom cloud after an atomic detonation sending its spores up. 

They scattered and danced in the light - mere particles, yes, but oddly beautiful in their own, strange way. This was a feeling unlike that experienced in a dream. This was reality, correct? The dreamscape she found herself so fond of had melded away into darkness and light, along with any recollection and feeling. The memory of the dream had long since vanished, despite her awakened state only having lasted, so far, for a short while. 

Perhaps it was best to vacate this tomb of stone? If the shrieking was any indication, something bad could have been on its way, and being encased in an early grave with no vision of the outside was far from the top of her agenda. The only question being... How did one leave? 

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It didn't take long for the Gem to exit her prison. She stood in some kind of hallway, or passage. Or aqueduct. Or mass grave. Her gaze shifted across her surroundings as she span on an axis, taking in everything around her at one. And then she looked down at herself.

Her body was quite small, likely at the lower end of 5 foot from how high up she was. Her frame was small, as well, reminiscent of a little human girl. Anyone might have seen her as a normal human girl, though the gem embedded in her left wrist, and the deep purple hair and eyes likely gave it away. All features a normal human didn't have.

Her legs took her off to the side, around a corner a-

She stopped, braked, and flattened her back against the wall. There was another person. By the looks of it, they were the one who created the terrible racket from earlier... Maybe it was best not to talk to them. Or get close to them. Or do anything near them that may cause unnecessary interaction or distress. The last thing the Gem wanted was to be responsible for a meltdown so early on.

So, instead of going in that direction, her legs carried her in another direction; feet tapping away at the ground, resounding off the walls as she walked. Perhaps there were others around... Ones less unstable than greenie back there, that was. It was so exciting to wonder and imagine what others would think as they met a legend in the making. They would write songs about the girl, songs!

A lover, a fighter, a singing, a poet and a heartbreaker. She could write a book about it! Bards would sing her name throughout the taverns, writers and romantics would recite her endeavours each and everyday. There would be no one in the land who did not know the name CHAROITE!

It's a better love story than Twilight, in any case ;P

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