Chapter 1: The Voyager and a Phosphophyllite
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[3rd Pov.]
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Let's turn back the temporal currents to the moment when the Voyager's T.A.R.D.I.S. materialized on The Land. It unfolded beneath the night's cloak, with a near-silence prevailing, save for the symphony of ocean waves serenading the surroundings. Amidst this tranquility, an enigmatic figure strolled along the shores, head bowed in a contemplative demeanor. The melancholy ambiance hung in the air, accentuated by the rhythmic crash of the waves.
This solitary being possessed an impeccably white complexion, red tresses that glinted akin to precious gemstones, and donned an ensemble comprising a black suit top adorned with a tie, black shorts, and elevated heel-like shoes. Yet, ethereal gray entities orbited around them, a surreal dance that suggested a peculiar connection. This individual, bearing the name Cinnabar, bore the weight of profound sorrow, evident in the aura that surrounded them.
Cinnabar, akin to the gemstone bearing the vibrant hues of scarlet to brick-red, embodies a manifestation of mercury sulfide, possessing a hardness level of a mere 2. A being well beyond a millennium or possibly less, they stand as the most fragile of their ilk, estranged from their counterparts due to the inherent toxicity of their mercury. Their inability to wield their mercury with mastery not only renders them incapable of combat but also mandates their isolation, confining them to the duty of patrolling the nocturnal realm.
Haunted by a resignation born of desperation, Cinnabar has forsaken hope and adamantly rejected any form of assistance. Their spirit, unyielding and tenacious, battles against a pervasive sense of futility. All they ever aspired to be was ordinary, to find purpose and utility like their peers. Alas, that aspiration remains elusive, and now, they traverse the silent night, yearning for capture and release from the shackles of their own affliction.
Cinnabar: (Looking up at the night sky) ...
As Cinnabar gazed into the celestial expanse above, a cascade of introspective queries flooded their mind. Why did their existence unfold as it did? What purpose did their birth serve? The poignant desire to blend seamlessly with their counterparts lingered, a persistent echo of the perennial question: Why can't they be like the others? Why eluded them, like a tantalizing whisper just beyond reach. The longing for liberation echoed in their thoughts, an unspoken plea for freedom.
Amidst this contemplation, a celestial glimmer caught Cinnabar's attention—a star, radiating in the vast cosmic tapestry. In that ephemeral moment, a comforting embrace enveloped them. Yet, this solace was swiftly displaced as the weight of reality set in once more. The twinkle, a fleeting respite, became a bittersweet reminder of the constraints that bound them, casting aside the transient warmth in the face of an enduring struggle.
Cinnabar: ...What's the point?
The star resumed its twinkling just as Cinnabar contemplated averting their gaze and continuing their patrol. Yet, the celestial beacon persisted, twinkling with an unusual cadence—repeating, intensifying, and repeating once more. Perplexity seized Cinnabar, for their knowledge dictated that stars did not exhibit such a peculiar, rhythmic gleam. This celestial anomaly defied their understanding, casting a shadow of uncertainty upon their contemplations.
Before Cinnabar could delve into profound speculation, the twinkling spectacle transcended mere luminosity. It began to expand, challenging the boundaries of the night sky. No, it wasn't a mere expansion; it was an approach, a celestial entity drawing near. In an epiphany, Cinnabar grasped the truth—this wasn't a conventional star; it was a shooting star hurtling toward The Land. The cosmic display unfolded, leaving Cinnabar in awe of the impending celestial arrival.
Cinnabar: A- A shooting star?!
The luminous twinkle of the shooting star transformed, transitioning from its pristine white hue to a resplendent orange, reminiscent of flames—the fervor of a meteorite cascading through the cosmos.
Cinnabar: (Realizes) Oh no! Not good!
Cinnabar found themselves in disbelief—a meteor hurtling directly toward The Land. Bracing for action, their intent wavered as the celestial object, initially perceived as a meteorite, revealed an unexpected deceleration. This phenomenon contradicted their understanding, for meteors, as they knew, maintained an unrelenting trajectory.
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As the perceived "meteorite" descended perilously close to the ocean's surface, it unexpectedly altered its course, deftly evading the embrace of the waves. The impact extinguished the fiery facade, laying bare the object's true nature—a sleek, silver cylinder hurtling through the atmosphere with remarkable speed. Before Cinnabar could respond, the cylinder zipped mere feet above them, crash-landing at the island's heart, a few miles distant from the shoreline.
Cinnabar: Wha- What in the world was that?!
With haste, Cinnabar sprinted towards the crash site, anticipation heightening with each step. Upon arrival, however, their expectations were defied; it wasn't a mere meteorite but an enigma beyond their imagination.
Cinnabar: What is this?
Cinnabar, propelled by curiosity, advanced to scrutinize the cylinder object up close. An intriguing development unfolded as the mercury orbiting them descended, maintaining a distance of approximately five feet from the enigmatic construct. Disbelief etched across Cinnabar's countenance, yet a nascent theory germinated in their mind. With each step closer, their disbelief transformed into incredulity. No mercury emanated from the object, and the surrounding grass remained untouched by the toxic elements, defying the anticipated repercussions.
Cinnabar: (astonished) Is -- Is this... real?
Indeed, as Cinnabar drew nearer to the cylinder, the mercury that had enveloped them dissipated, leaving them devoid of the weight of their inherent poison. In this moment, a sensation previously elusive to them took root—joy. However, Cinnabar swiftly gathered their composure, redirecting their focus to the pressing matters at hand. They returned their attention to the cylinder, moving closer with the intent to touch its enigmatic exterior—a material hitherto unknown to their discerning gaze. Cinnabar surveyed the object from every angle, coming to a halt at what appeared to be an entrance of sorts.
Cinnabar: What a weird design. What is it supposed to be?
At that moment, the cylinder object emitted a feeble wheeze, catching Cinnabar off guard. Two bar handles on its surface drew their attention, prompting an attempt to open it. Alas, the endeavor proved futile—the cylinder remained locked. A realization struck as the impending sunrise loomed on the horizon. Reluctantly, Cinnabar acknowledged the necessity to depart, averse to the gaze and chatter that awaited them upon their return to a place they couldn't truly call home. As they walked away from the protected zone, the return of their mercury marked their departure. Casting a final glance at the mysterious cylinder, Cinnabar couldn't help but ponder its enigma before setting course for a destination that held no shelter nor solace.
Cinnabar: Whatever it is... I hope it stays.
Cinnabar then walks away, returning to their isolation.
- Time Skip: Morning -
The time then shifts to the mid-morning hours, unveiling a picturesque scene where an individual with mint green hair lies in repose upon a field of grass. Known by the name Phosphophyllite, or Phos for brevity, this enigmatic figure slumbers beneath the emerging daylight.
As Phos continued to nap, a voice was heard in the distance, calling out to them.
???: Phos! Oh, Phos!
Phos began to rouse from their rest, fixing their gaze in the direction of the audible disturbance. At that moment, a gemstone with pink hair made their entrance, casting their gaze upon Phos.
???: Hey Phos, Sensei is calling for you.
Phos: (Looks at them) Oh, Morganite. What is Sensei calling me for?
Introducing Morganite: A gemstone adorned in hues of pink, wielding a formidable hardness level of 7.5. Characterized by overconfidence, a penchant for recklessness, and a proclivity for impulsive decisions, they tread a path that often entangles them and, at times, poses risks to those around them.
Morganite: Beats me.
Phos: Wait, you don't think... maybe Master wants me to join you all in battle?
Morganite: I highly doubt that.
Phos: Haha! I see even an ace like yourself is worried about what I might be capable of!
Morganite: "Might" be capable of? Do you still not have a job?
???: Morga!
From a proximate distance, another voice resonated, drawing Morganite's attention. A swift glance backward revealed the arrival of their partner.
Introducing Goshenite: A gemstone, resplendent in silvery-white hues, boasting a hardness level of 7.5. Serving as the steadfast partner to Morganite, Goshenite emanates kindness and gentleness, a stark contrast to the recklessness exhibited by their companion.
Morganite: Goshe?
Goshenite: We don't have time for this! There's sunspot activity in the sky to the south. It's small, but we need to alert Sensei Kongo!
Morganite: All right. In that case, let's just fight them off ourselves.
Phos & Goshenite: What?!
Phos: Are you crazy?!
Morganite: It'll be fine. Besides, we need to cut Sensei a break sometimes. It's important to look after our elders. Now hurry on back now.
Morganite and Goshenite leave.
Phos: Jerk...
Phos then got up from the ground feeling determined.
Phos: Alright. Today's the day!
In response, Phos embarks on the journey toward the school. Arriving at the marbled building, they make their way to report to Sensei Kongo. A pause ensues as Phos, captivated by their reflection in the water, takes a moment to fiddle with their hair.
Phos: Perfect! So dignified, and cute!
A few paces from Phos stood two additional gemstones. One, adorned with green hair, bore the name Jade, while the other, featuring a combination of light blue and silver hair, answered to the designation Euclase.
Euclase: (chuckles) Phos is as lively as ever, huh?
Jade: I just hope Phos won't cause trouble.
The tableau shifts as Phos proceeds to the office of their Sensei, ready to present their report.
Phos: Reporting!
A towering figure, bereft of hair and clad in robes, pivoted to gaze at Phos. This imposing yet calming presence was none other than Sensei Kongo.
Kongo: Come.
Phos: You called for me, Sensei Kongo?
Kongo: Yes.
Kongo blows a breath of air at Phos to blow a flower petal off their head.
Phos: Ah...
Kongo: Phosphophyllite. It would appear that I have a job for you.
The scene then transitions once more to the field. Morganite and Goshenite, discerning the sunspot, ready themselves for the impending confrontation.
Morganite: We can handle this.
Goshenite: Yeah.
Emerging from the sunspot, peculiar entities materialized—the enigmatic Lunarians. Their arrival heralded a volley of arrows, a prelude to the skirmish awaiting Morganite and Goshenite. Simultaneously, at the school, Phos engaged in dialogue with Sensei Kongo.
Phos: Oh, Morga and Goshe said they saw one of the Lunarian sunspots. But since it was small, they both...
Kongou strides past Phos. Meanwhile, in the field, Morganite and Goshenite engage in combat with the Lunarians. The clash intensifies as Morganite deftly slices through the head of one of the lunar adversaries.
Morganite: Huh?!
Tipped arrows appear from the Lunarian's severed head as Morganite lands on the ground.
Goshenite: That didn't stop it?! And look at the color of those arrows... That's got to be from when they captured Heliodor! How could they be so cruel?
Morganite: This is perfect. We'll just take back every last one!
The Lunarians unleashed their heliodor-tipped arrows toward the two gemstones, prompting Morganite and Goshenite to brace for defense. In another part of the field, Phos, Kongo, and the remaining gems converged, heading toward the enigmatic sunspot.
Kongo: They come to harvest us as jewelry. While their hunters sweep down in countless numbers from the moon, there are but 28 of us. The skilled among us work in pairs. Some keep a lookout. Some fight. Each of them has skills that they use to fulfill their goals and help one another.
Other gems race past Phos and Sensei Kongo.
Kongo: But you seemed fit for none, and I was at a loss. With your physical condition and your incomparable clumsiness, I couldn't find anything to rely on you for.
Phos: Them, why not just have me fight?
Kongo: Fight? Come now.
Phos: Well, I mean, that's the only thing we haven't tried, right?
Kongo: You would do your best to give up on that.
Phos: Hmm...
Back at the battlefield, the Lunarians collected fragments of both Morganite and Goshenite, entranced by their shimmering allure, and prepared to place these pieces into a vessel. Yet, with a mere snap of Kongo's fingers, the Lunarians were reduced to wisps of mist. Meanwhile, the shattered forms of Morganite and Goshenite lay on the ground, their gaze fixed upon their Sensei.
Morganite & Goshenite: Uh oh...
They saw their Sensei arrive along with the other humanoid gemstones behind him.
Kongo: Looking out for your elders, were you?
Jade: Ah... Now! Fall back!
Phos: Ah... Ngh!
Phos clings to Kongo's robes.
Kongo: It's far too early for that! You damn fools!
Kongo yelled so loud that it created a strong enough sound wave that made a dead tree nearby splinter and shatter.
Phos: Ah...!
Phos's face and legs shattered due to the process of Kongo's yell as they fell onto the ground.
Kongo: Oh, perhaps that was a bit too much.
The remaining gemstones closed in around Kongo, a few making preparations for Phos's transport. Kongo fixed his gaze on Phos, donning his gloves in a deliberate manner, signaling the onset of an imminent and crucial explanation.
Kongo: You are particularly fragile. You have a hardness level of only 3 and a half. Simply brushing into someone is more than enough to break you. And what's more, you're a peppermint color, which the Lunarians are fond of. To overcome all those weaknesses, you would need to be able to wipe out an entire army in one fell swoop. You would need to be stronger than me.
Phos: That's not going to happen.
Kongo: Which is why I decided...
Kongo holds out a clipboard.
Kongo: ... that you should compile our encyclopedia.
Phos: Huh? ...What?!
Phos begins thrashing around in their transport bag.
Jade: You're going to spill!
Phos: That sounds so boring!
Kongo: Quite the contrary. By compiling an encyclopedia, you will both preserve the present and prepare for the future. It is an important role that requires both creativity and intelligence. The key to battle is a keen eye. If you wish to fight, first train your eyes through this task.
The young Phos is then zipped up in the bag.
Phos: I know you're just trying to trick me into it!
Benitoite: You're just about the only one who would dare talk back like that. You've sure got some nerve for someone who does nothing around here at all.
Phos: Who asked you?!
Kongo: But it is that very frankness of yours that is needed for this task. I am counting on you.
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Several gemstones hoisted the bag containing the fragmented Phos, making their way back to the school. Inside the school premises, a gemstone with fiery red and orange hair, draped in a white coat, embarked on the intricate task of restoring Phos, Morganite, and Goshenite. This skilled artisan, named Rutile, assumed the role of a meticulous doctor, mending their shattered siblings down to the most minuscule fragments.
Goshenite: Rutile.
Rutile: Yes?
Goshenite: Helio got turned into all this, but if we get all of the pieces, you can reform them, right?
Rutile: Of course. Our very bodies are home to microscopic organisms, you see. Thanks to them, even if we break into pieces, as long as we collect enough parts, we can be put back together. It's a wonderful characteristic of ours seen in no other living being. But thanks to that, we have grown completely incapable of giving up on anything.
Rutile applies some powder on the repaired Phos. The cracks disappear as if they were never there.
Rutile: There you go.
With Moraganite and Goshenote fully repaired, they were now ready to return to their patrol.
Morganite: Now that's been taken care of, let's head back out there Gosh.
Goshenite: Right.
Morganite and Goshenite start to leave, but Phos grabs their wrists.
Morganite, Goshenite: (Reacting) Ah!
Morganite: (Chiding) Watch it! You're the one who would break if we bumped into each other, you three-and-a-half!
Phos: (Defiant) Oh, I'm quite used to it, O Great Seven. Take me w --
Morganite: (Rejecting) Absolutely not!
Phos: (Insisting) You have to! If I hadn't told Sensei Kongo, both of you would be out on the moon right now! Don't forget it!
Morganite: Rutile, are you sure you can't make Phos's body as strong as the mouth and vice versa?
Phos: (Protesting) Come on, just get me out of this awful job, would you?!
Goshenite: ...You really hate it that much, do you?
Phos: (Determined) Of course! I want a cooler job!
Goshenite: Want to trade places, then?
Goshenite holds their sword out to Phos. Phos goes to grab it but stops.
Phos: (Playfully) I'm not quite so pitiful as to take what does not belong to me... is what you probably thought I'd say!
Phos takes Goshenite's sword by the sheath.
Phos: (Reveling in mischief) You're mistaken!
Goshenite's sword slips from the sheath.
Goshenite: (Surprised) Hey, it's heavy!
Phos: (Caught off guard) Oh!
Phos fell over on the floor.
Morganite: (Serious) Maybe this will teach you a lesson.
Rutile: (Disapproving) I just finished putting you back together...
Phos: Ah...!
Phos's clipboard lands on their face. Goshenite's sword also lands on their face but doesn't stab through.
Goshenite: (Relieved) Oh, thank goodness! I didn't think you'd really take it!
Phos: Hey... You were hoping it would hit me, weren't you?
Morganite: (Admitting) You got me.
Phos: (Sighing) Haa... Jeez. All right. Fine then.
Phos picks their clipboard back up.
Phos: (Reflecting) Guess my only friend here... is you.
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Somewhere else in the school, Phos sits at a desk with her clipboard, contemplating her job.
Phos: (Thinking aloud) Right, so... uh... hm...
Morganite then approaches Phos and takes her clipboard.
Morganite: (Teasing) Let me guess, "What is an encyclopedia, anyway?"
Phos: (Startled) Ah!
Morganite: (Surprised) Woah, nothing?!
Phos: (Protective) Don't peek!
Phos takes her clipboard back.
Morganite: I'm impressed.
Phos: I'm just working out a greater overall concept.
Goshenite: (Offering insights) Well, I heard that encyclopedias are supposed to categorize everything in nature itself.
Phos: (Curious) Like how, though?
Goshenite: (Pondering) Hmm... Maybe recording all the bugs and plants along the shore?
Phos: (Seeking more ideas) Gonna need more than that.
Goshenite: (Thinking) I guess we already know about all the important stuff, so maybe the unimportant stuff?
Phos: (Encouraging) Almost there, give me more!
Goshenite: (Apologizing) Ah, we aren't really all that familiar with this stuff, sorry. Lookouts like us always have our eyes on the skies... Ah, Cinnabar might know, though.
Phos: Cinnabar...
Goshenite: (Suggesting) Why don't you go ask her?
Phos: (Resistant) I can't do that! I can't even get close to Cinnabar! We've never even spoken to each other!
Goshenite: (Persuading) But Cinnabar might know more than us.
Morganite: (Encouraging) Anyways, good luck with your wild discoveries, Master Scholar.
Phos: (Determined) Ah... Oh? All right!
Morganite: Idiot.
Morganite and Goshenite then take their leave.
Phos: (Contemplating) Cinnabar, huh? Nope. I should probably ask Sensei Kongo instead... Hmm... Nope, that'd be even worse. Half a day of lecture, at least. Still, I'm not really getting anywhere on my own. I wouldn't mind making some big new discoveries, though. Okay! The Master Scholar must be open to the opinions of others.
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Phos traversed different sections of the school, seeking advice, input, or any form of assistance. However, her endeavors encountered a series of peculiar interactions. Initially, a lengthy gemstone with orange hair named Sphene, engrossed in chair repair, invited Phos to assess the chair's weight-bearing capacity by sitting on it. Next, a diminutive gemstone with red hair named Red Beryl enthusiastically urged Phos to don a robe akin to Sensei Kongo's. Subsequently, a gemstone with green hair named Peridot cautioned against paper wastage, emphasizing their depleting supply. In pursuit of something more substantial, Phos finally approached Rutile for guidance.
Rutile: I know all about glues and powders, but you want something no one has used before, huh? Ahh... Cinnabar out on the night watch might know something if you ask.
Phos: Oh, come on! Wouldn't you know more than anyone? Are you just brushing me off because you're busy, you quack?
Rutile: That mouth of yours... perhaps it needs an emergency operation.
Phos: Ew! Don't use that hand! I mean, I know Cinnabar walks every night along the shore, but it's always at night, right? Can Cinnabar even see anything? The rest of us are no good at night.
Rutile: It's because the rest of us feed off the sun and are not built for the night, which makes things dangerous. But Cinnabar... Cinnabar's endless silvery poison pulls in the faint night light and allows for patrols at night. But... the Lunarians have never shown themselves at night.
Phos: What? Then why even have a lookout at night?
Rutile: No matter how unlikely, that is Cinnabar's job. Still, you probably know this already Phos, but if any part of you comes in contact with the poison, the light will no longer pass through it. It will have to be chipped off you. And you will lose all the memories held within those chipped pieces.
Elsewhere in the school. Phos speak to themselves about their "plan".
Phos: ...and just like that, I'll make Cinnabar my other helper. Then I'll finish the encyclopedia, make some grand discoveries, earn everyone's admiration, and then everyone will realize that I have what it takes to join the battle. Oh yeah, it's so good that it'll work!
Just then, Benitoite all so happens to be in the area as she heard Phos's "conversation" but paid no mind. Before Benitoite could leave, Phos called her out.
Phos: Benito!
Benitoite: Urk!
Phos: Your room is right next to Cinnabar's, right? Lead the way!
With that, Flux flutters on Phos's shoulder again with a reluctant Benitoite leading Phos to Cinnabar's room.
Benitoite: What's your deal? That one can't control the poison, you know? Maybe it was just too much to bear, but Cinnabar has been gone a long while now.
Phos: Benito, are you sure it wasn't because you said something mean to my little helper?
Benitoite: Of course not! Who do you think I am, you? And what do you mean, your "helper" Haa... Give up while you're ahead, Phos.
Phos: Hm?
Benitoite: I know that, for Cinnabar, poison is like breathing for us, and that we have to stay away so as not to cause trouble. But still... just being near Cinnabar leaves me uneasy.
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Elsewhere, Phos was making her way toward Cinnabar's hideout. Phos was deep in thought, thinking about uncovering new discoveries in order to help be useful in a fight. Phos wandered aimlessly through the vast landscape. The sweeping grassy fields and cliffs on the horizon, but Phos, lost in contemplation, hardly noticed as they were also making their way toward Cinnabar's last known location.
Oblivious to their surroundings, Phos moved with an absent-minded determination, their eyes fixed on the imaginary possibilities of great discoveries. Meanwhile, a certain Nomad strolled through the same landscape, captivated by the beauty around. Neither wanderer noticed the other until it was too late. With an abrupt collision, Phos and the Nomad stumbled to the ground, dust and grass swirling around them. The unexpected encounter disrupted their individual musings, leaving them momentarily shaken on the unfamiliar terrain.
THUD
Phos: Ah!
???: (wincing) Ow. (Rises and grimaces) Perhaps I should devote more attention to the path ahead. Who or what did I bump into?
Phos: Watch where you're going, won't you?
???: (apologetic) My sincere apologies. I failed to notice y --
As the dust settled from their unexpected collision, both individuals found themselves sprawled on the unfamiliar terrain. Slowly, they each began the process of standing back up, their eyes locked onto each other for the first time.
???: (surprised) What?
Phos: (shocked) ...Huh?
???: (still surprised) ...What?!
In the hushed aftermath, a moment of silent recognition passed between them. This stranger's enigmatic gaze met Phos's earnest and curious eyes. Time seemed to hang suspended as the landscape around them held its breath, caught in the aura of two beings from different worlds now connected by chance. A subtle acknowledgment passed between the Time Lord and the gem as they stood, the air thick with the unspoken understanding that their paths, once divergent, had unexpectedly converged in this vast and mysterious realm. The Voyager's expression held a trace of intrigue, while Phos's eyes sparkled with a mix of curiosity and realization.
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The Voyager: (voice filled with awe) Extraordinary... I've traveled to all kinds of places, but never have I encountered a being quite like you.
???: (gazing at the Voyager in disbelief) Who... what are you? I've never seen a gem like you before. Are you some kind of... special gem or something? Also, what's with those clothes?
The Voyager continued to observe her and her mint green glint in her eyes and hair, while said mint green individual examined the Voyager, a mix of shock and curiosity on their face.
The Voyager: (with genuine curiosity) Hm? Oh. No, I'm not a gem, I assure you. I am but a traveler, who just so happened to uh... (looks around) unintentionally stumble upon this place. Wherever this place is exactly. I'm the Voyager, by the way.
The Voyager stretched out their hand for a handshake-greeting to the individual they were addressing. They can see the mint-green individual still processing the Voyager's words and unsure of the extended hand, cautiously looking at it and then back at the Voyager.
???: (confused) Traveler? Stumbled upon? Voyager? (glancing at the outstretched hand) Uh... What are you doing?
The Voyager smiled softly, understanding the confusion.
The Voyager: Ah, my apologies. It's a gesture of greeting. A handshake, they call it. You extend your hand, and I extend mine. It's a way for beings to acknowledge each other.
Phos, hesitating for a moment, tentatively reached out their hand, mirroring the Voyager's gesture. Phos, the gem with a surface as hard as their name implied, couldn't help but feel a momentary sense of surprise when they grasped the Voyager's hand. It was an unexpected contrast to the rigid, unyielding nature of their own gemstone structure. The Voyager's hand was warm, and there was a tangible softness that Phos hadn't anticipated. For a fleeting instant, Phos pondered this unexpected sensation, as if the touch had momentarily breached the boundary between their mineral existence and the Voyager's organic one. With the handshake completed, the Voyager's eyes sparkled with excitement as they continued their line of questioning.
The Voyager: Now, what do I call you? And more importantly, what manner of being are you? I've traversed many places in my time, abundant with wonders, but a only couple have boasted a unique being quite like you.
Phos, still trying to grasp the concept of a handshake, stared back at the Voyager, confusion etched across their features.
Phos: (tilting their head) Call me? I'm... I don't really know what you mean. And... Uh... What manner of being am I? Well, I'm me. Phos. Is that what you're asking?
The Voyager's excitement grew at the revelation.
The Voyager: Phos! A unique name for a unique entity. I've never encountered a Phos before. Tell me, Phos, what are you made of? Gems? Minerals? The essence of this extraordinary land?
Phos, now even more perplexed, glanced at their own translucent form as if trying to see themselves from a new perspective.
Phos: I'm made of... well, I'm made of me. I'm a gem, I suppose. Phosphophyllite, to be precise. But what's a traveler? And what's a nomad? Are those things like gems too?
The Voyager's enthusiasm was momentarily diverted as their gaze fell upon the clipboard in Phos's other hand.
The Voyager: Is that a clipboard you have there?
Phos, looking down at the clipboard as if noticing it for the first time, nodded.
Phos: Oh, this? I'm doing an encyclopedia. (groans) Not to mention that it's a boring job that Sensei gave me. Discovering new things, you know? ...Wait... new discoveries...?
Phos's expression shifted from boredom to sudden realization. Her eyes widened as if she had just stumbled upon a groundbreaking revelation. Phos hastily flipped through the pages of the clipboard. Her gemstone eyes widened with a gleam of excitement, and she started jotting down notes with newfound vigor.
Phos: (muttering to themselves) This is so good! A new type of gem? That's definitely a new discovery. And they say that they... stumbled here? Oh, with this, Sensei will surely acknowledge me to join the fight!
The Voyager noticed Phos's sudden burst of enthusiasm and muttering. While Phos, now fully engrossed in her newfound discovery, continued scribbling excitedly, her initial boredom transformed into a sense of exhilaration at the prospect of documenting this unexpected encounter.
The Voyager: Seems like I'm the latest addition to your encyclopedia. Still, finding new discoveries about the wonders of this place, no doubt. It's a noble pursuit. But, tell me, what is this Sensei of yours like, and why entrust such a task to you?
Phos stopped their scribbling and merely shrugged.
Phos: Huh? Sensei is... well, Sensei. As for why me? I think Sensei thought it would keep me out of trouble.
The Voyager chuckled, appreciating the simplicity of Phos's response. Phos was about to protest the Voyager's chuckling, a defensive look on their face, but then their thoughts turned to the real reason they had come here.
Phos: (softly to themselves) Cinnabar...
The Voyager, sensing a shift in Phos's demeanor, quieted down, allowing her thoughts to unfold. Phos's eyes, previously filled with a mix of curiosity and confusion, now held a different glint.
Phos: There's someone I need to find and something important I need to ask.
The Voyager, understanding the gravity of Phos's words, nodded in acknowledgment.
The Voyager: Hm? Someone, you seek, perhaps?
Phos: I'm looking for Cinnabar. I wanted to ask her to be my assistant in this boring encyclopedia work. Even though I just found something amazing, I know they'll be interested too. Maybe you can help me find her?
The Voyager's enigmatic smile returned.
The Voyager: Sure thing. I was keen on exploring this place before we bumped into each other.
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As Phos led the way toward Cinnabar's supposed hideout, the Voyager kept pace, their curiosity about this gem and her world growing with every step.
Phos: Cinnabar's a bother just by existing... Who would have thought anyone could be worse than good-for-nothing me? I don't get why Cinnabar would even do a job no one cares about or is even concerned with... Not at all. Why not just quit?
The Voyager listened attentively as Phos vented her thoughts. The landscape around them changed, shifting from grassy fields to rugged cliffs. Phos and the Voyager reached a cliff and scanned the horizon as the sun began its descent.
Phos: Hmm... Hmm... Mm... Nowhere to be found. Come on, help a Master Scholar out here. Cinnabar, where are you?
By late afternoon, they arrived at a final cliff. Phos stretched, her gaze sweeping the surroundings.
Phos: Mm... Ahh... If you aren't on this cliff, that means you're either out in the ocean or up in the sk --
Their words trailed off as she spotted a sunspot, the Voyager quickly noticed it too.
Phos: Ah...!
A sudden rain of arrows pierced the air, catching Phos off guard.
Phos: Ahh!!
The Voyager instinctively moved to shield Phos, their eyes scanning the sky for the source of the attack. Suddenly, Cinnabar emerged and swiftly formed a barrier of her uncontrollable mercury to block the arrows.
Cinnabar: Why would anyone come at the hour of twilight, I wondered, but of course, it's you, three-and-a-half!
Despite Cinnabar's efforts, some of the mercury seeped out, causing damage to the environment.
Cinnabar: Damn... Why? My breathing kills the grass and the earth itself... I don't want to ruin anything anymore. I don't want to be seen anymore. Not like this... I don't want to fight... I don't want to fight... I don't want to --
Cinnabar began to vomit mercury, and her protective barrier dropped.
Phos: Cinnabar!
Cinnabar engaged in a fierce skirmish with the Lunarians, her movements a graceful dance that skillfully avoided the arrows threatening the environment below. Recognizing the gravity of Cinnabar's struggle, the Voyager pondered a way to assist. Amidst the battle, Cinnabar, taken aback by the force of her own attack, found herself teetering on the edge of a cliff after defeating the Lunarians with their mercury. Phos, ready to intervene, was momentarily halted as a thin light blue beam of light connected with Cinnabar, enveloping her in a gentle aura and suspending her in mid-air. Following the beam's trajectory, Phos discovered the Voyager wielding a peculiar device—his Mark 2 Sonic Screwdriver. It emitted zero-point energy, rendering Cinnabar both airborne, unmoveable, and harmless.
The Voyager: (with a reassuring smile) Sometimes, a bit of zero-point energy can be handy.
Cinnabar suspended and unable to move, the Voyager maintained the field, and gently moved Cinnabar down in front of them. Phos, still in awe, approached the Voyager.
Phos: What... What did you do?
The Voyager: Just a bit of temporal tech. Sonic Screwdriver—Mark 2. Never leave home without it.
As Phos absorbed this information, Cinnabar, who had been shocked at the sudden turn of events, found themselves face-to-face with the Voyager. She had never seen anything like him before, a sentiment that manifested in her wide-eyed astonishment.
Cinnabar: (muttering to herself) What kind of Lunarian trickery is this?
The Voyager, sensing Cinnabar's confusion, offered a reassuring smile.
The Voyager: No trickery here, just a traveler passing through. I must say, this world is quite fascinating.
Cinnabar, still skeptical, eyed the Voyager with a mix of suspicion and curiosity. But then Cinnabar got straight to the point.
Cinnabar: I never asked for help...
The Voyager, unfazed by the bluntness of Cinnabar's words, met their gaze with understanding.
The Voyager: Sometimes, assistance arrives unbidden. It's not about what you asked for; it's about what you need. And, in this particular moment, what you needed was a hand—or, in this case, a Sonic Screwdriver.
Cinnabar, unaccustomed to receiving help, shifted uncomfortably, they turned around and their gaze averted to the ground.
Cinnabar: (tsk) Just... leave me alone... whatever you are.
Phos then stepped forward, trying to mediate the tension.
Phos: Cinnabar, Nomad here saved you. Without them, you would be on the moon right now!
Cinnabar's mercury drooped further at the reminder of her uncontrollable poison causing harm. Cinnabar, without turning to face them, responded with a coldness that cut through the air.
Cinnabar: Don't you get it? I don't want to be seen. I don't want to fight. Not because of my hardness level of two, but because of this silver poison. I ruin everything I touch! Just... leave me alone!
With those words hanging heavy in the air, Cinnabar walked away. Phos was torn with a desire to help Cinnabar. But as Phos started to move after them, the Voyager, however, placed a gentle hand on Phos's shoulder, halting them.
The Voyager: Let them go, Phos. Helping someone means giving them the space they need. Pushing too hard might only cause more problems. Let Cinnabar be for now.
Phos looked back at the retreating figure of Cinnabar, concern etched across their gemstone features.
Phos: But... Cinnabar's all alone...
The Voyager: Sometimes, the best way to help is to wait for the right moment. An opportunity will come, eventually.
Phos, reluctantly accepted what the Voyager had to say as they watched as Cinnabar disappeared into the distance.
The Voyager: Well. This day sure has been eventful.
Phos, feeling a mix of disappointment and determination after the encounter with Cinnabar, looked at the Voyager with a spark of enthusiasm.
Phos: Even though Cinnabar didn't want our help, there's still something amazing I want to show you. We could go to the school and share it with the others and Sensei Kongo.
The Voyager raised an eyebrow.
The Voyager: Share what, exactly?
Phos grinned, the excitement evident in their eyes.
Phos: I found a completely new type of mineral today! It's unlike anything Sensei or the others have seen before. I bet they'd be so thrilled to see what I discovered!
The Voyager, considering Phos's invitation, hesitated for a moment. However, he knew he had to decline.
The Voyager: As much as I'd love to join you, I need to get back to... well, back to where I came from.
Phos, not taking no for an answer, protested.
Phos: But you just got here! Why don't you stay a bit longer? You could meet everyone at the school!
The Voyager smiled, appreciating Phos's enthusiasm.
The Voyager: I appreciate the invitation, Phos, but I have priorities at the moment. However, if you're up for a journey, you could always follow me.
Phos was about to agree when a realization struck.
Phos: Oh, wait! It's getting dark soon, and I need to head back to the school before night. We Gems can't stay awake without light.
The Voyager, understanding the limitations of the Gems, nodded in acknowledgment.
The Voyager: Fair enough. You should head back then.
As the Voyager started to walk away, Phos called out.
Phos: Wait! Where can I find you again?
The Voyager turned, offering a helpful hint.
The Voyager: Look for a big silver cylinder. You can't miss it.
With that, the Voyager continued on his way, leaving Phos to make her way back to the school before darkness enveloped the landscape.
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The meander spanned close to twenty-five minutes, guiding the Voyager to his time machine where he deftly produced the silver necklace-chained key. A practiced twist unlocked the door, granting him access to his T.A.R.D.I.S. As he crossed the threshold, the interior greeted him—a spectacle of restoration. The damages were nearly mended, the mess tidied, a testament to the ship's self-repairing capabilities. With a sense of satisfaction, the Voyager embarked on the next phase of his journey, sealing the entrance behind him.
The Voyager: I'm back.
The T.A.R.D.I.S. responded with a wheeze upon his return.
The Voyager: You sound a bit better now. Let's have a look.
Venturing beneath the console unit, the Voyager unveiled the toggle switch panel, revealing the "Emergency Repair Mode" light now emitting a yellow-green glow, and the "Artron Refueler" at 75% completion.
The Voyager: There you go. You're almost done.
The T.A.R.D.I.S. wheezed in acknowledgment and then emitted a beep, signaling it had something to show him.
The Voyager: Something on your mind? What is it?
Approaching the scanner, the T.A.R.D.I.S. displayed analyses and images gathered over the past twelve hours. The initial findings focused on animated Gemstones, followed by a sea-animal species known as the Admirabilis, and concluded with details about the Lunarians, a distinct species inhabiting the moon, previously encountered by the Voyager.
The Voyager: Oh, that is indeed intriguing. Very intriguing.
Carefully perusing the analysis, the Voyager inquired.
The Voyager: Anything noteworthy? Do you have information on the Universe we currently occupy?
The T.A.R.D.I.S wheezed, signifying it had conducted a Universal scan. The scanner then presented the Voyager with the comprehensive data it had gathered.
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The Voyager found itself in the distant future of an intriguing world.
The Voyager: Intriguing... Why is this place called "The Land"?
The T.A.R.D.I.S. scanner presented images and analyses of the world's history. The Land stood as the sole remaining landmass, shaped like a crescent and surrounded by the sea. Six meteors had visited the planet, shattering it and giving birth to six moons. The aftermath left only a single beach, and life sought refuge in the ocean. Creatures, unable to escape in time, sank into the seas, eventually crystallizing and washing ashore.
The Voyager: Poor souls... However, the destruction and rebirth here are fixed in time. Can't alter its fate, without having to deal with the dire consequences.
The T.A.R.D.I.S. beeped, urging him to refrain from conversing with himself.
The Voyager: Yes, yes, I know. The first sign of madness, they say.
The T.A.R.D.I.S. sarcastically wheezed.
The Voyager: Well, too late now. Anyways, I should—
The scanner beeped, signaling an approaching animated lifeform.
The Voyager: Someone's coming? Activate the visual links on the monitor.
Meanwhile, outside, Cinnabar sat beside the T.A.R.D.I.S., unaware of the Voyager observing. Night had fallen, and Cinnabar contemplated their next move, enjoying a temporary respite from the mercury within. Unbeknownst to them, the Voyager, torn between compassion and non-interference, stepped out, startling Cinnabar.
Cinnabar: (startled) Ah!
Cinnabar looked at the Voyager, surprised.
Cinnabar: It's you!
The Voyager: Hello.
Cinnabar: Were you... in that thing?
The Voyager: If you mean my ship, then yes.
Cinnabar: Wait? This thing is yours?
The Voyager: (nods) I assume you've been here before. I noticed a trail of mercury this morning. My ship generates a protective barrier around itself, negating dangerous elements.
Cinnabar: (completely confused) I—What?
The Voyager answered his statement in layman's terms.
The Voyager: ...As long as you stay within 3 feet of this protective circle, your mercury is contained.
Cinnabar was unintentionally astonished, yet also a little confused still about what this unknown being was saying.
Cinnabar: How is this... possible?
The Voyager: Oh, I just use the T.A.R.D.I.S. air shell to manipulate elements. Nothing fancy, really. I can extend it for miles, shielding it from radiation or poison. (chuckles)
Cinnabar was puzzled.
The Voyager: Right... You probably didn't understand a word.
Cinnabar: ...Who... W-What are you?
The Voyager: Oh, well, I'm the Voyager, but you already heard it from Phos earlier so... (waves) Hello.
Cinnabar: (mutters to themselves) ...What am I doing...
The Voyager: Hm? Is something bothering you?
Cinnabar: First, I saved that useless gem, now I'm talking to a weirdo speaking nonsense!
The Voyager: ...Sounds like you need someone to talk to.
Cinnabar turned away.
Cinnabar: (mumbles) ...Shut up...
The Voyager: (unintentionally gets clever yet compassionate) If I didn't know any better, I'd say you hate your existence. The isolation, not just from others but yourself too. You can't control the mercury inside of you, which makes you dangerous. But it doesn't have to be this way if you let me help you.
Cinnabar: (quickly turns back) Help me...? HELP ME!?
Cinnabar's outburst concerned the Voyager.
Cinnabar: What do you know? There's nothing you can do! I don't need your help! I don't need anyone's help! Just... Leave me alone!
Without hesitation, Cinnabar sprinted out of the protective area. The Voyager sighed.
The Voyager: ...You're wrong about one thing, Cinnabar. If there was one thing know about you... then it's because I was like you once. Isolated, cold, self-loathing...
The Voyager re-entered the T.A.R.D.I.S. The T.A.R.D.I.S. wheezed, indicating the Voyager's growing attachment.
The Voyager: (sighs) ...Yes, I know that I told myself many times that I mustn't form any attachments... and that fact I can't stay in one place for long... not without a good reason...
The T.A.R.D.I.S. emitted a subtle wheeze, signaling to the Voyager that departure was permissible upon the completion of both the "Emergency Repair Mode" and the "Artron Refueler," reaching their full 100% capacity.
The Voyager: Yes, yes I know. But you and I both know that we can't leave... at least not yet.
The T.A.R.D.I.S. emitted a discreet wheeze, conveying to the Voyager that the Spatial Anomaly responsible for propelling them into this future timeline might have, has perhaps already, or could potentially bring about devastation, disruptions, or paradoxes within said timeline.
The Voyager: Exactly. It's like leaving a metal plate, that doesn't even look metal through the untrained eye, in a microwave.
The T.A.R.D.I.S. emitted wheezes and beeps, conveying to the Voyager that the metal plate example sounded so lame.
The Voyager: Letting that sassy remark of yours slide for now... But you get what I mean. Anything could've gone through that Spatial Anomaly, and we both know that it's not a risk we are willing to take. For now... we are staying here for the time being... But right now, I'm feeling rather tired...
The Voyager then heads down the corridors, walking to his room.
The Voyager: Goodnight.
The T.A.R.D.I.S. wheezed, reciprocating a goodnight.
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Back at the school, Phos was at Rutiles Infirmary, but not to be fixed this time. It was something else as Rutile noticed it.
Phos: I don't understand but... Cinnabar didn't want to fight but still saved me and Lucas.
Rutile: Indeed. Quite shrewd. Unfortunately, the area there is now stagnant. The water, flora, and fauna will be of no use for some time. Phos, the truth is... Cinnabar is incredibly bright and gifted, but because their touch brings ruin, we have no way of handling it. So we have forced Cinnabar out into the night.
Phos: Is that all we can do?
Rutile: Rigorous, meaningful work is the best medicine against questioning one's place in the world. We cannot die, so we must simply face these problems as they are until we eventually find an answer. Or perhaps you'll find a place for Cinnabar for us? You're looking for other discoveries, are you not?
Phos: Then... How am I supposed to do that? Even you and Sensei couldn't think of anything else, right?
Rutile: Tell me, though, where did Cinnabar stay during the day?
Phos: Hmm, just sort of appeared when Lucas and I went up that cliff to the north.
Rutile: The Cave of Emptiness?
Phos: Yeah, there, at just the right moment.
Rutile: The Cave of Emptiness is the most dangerous of locations where Heliodor was stolen away from us. I can't imagine Cinnabar would stay there long...
Phos: Hmm...
Rutile: By the way... Didn't you mention earlier that you recently made a discovery?
Phos: Oh, yeah! It's in the clipboard.
Phos then hands over the clipboard to Rutile to which they glanced up from her work, raising an eyebrow.
Phos: You won't believe what I found today! I met this incredible being called The Voyager, and I've written everything down.
Rutile took the clipboard from Phos, eyeing it skeptically.
Rutile: "The Voyager," huh? Your handwriting is messier than usual, Phos. Did you even try?
Rutile started to skim through Phos's notes. The drawings were indeed chaotic, and the handwriting resembled hieroglyphics, but Rutile could decipher most of it.
Rutile: ...Is this a joke?
Phos: I swear, Rutile, it's all true! You have to believe me!
Rutile raised an eyebrow, looking at Phos with a mix of humored amusement and skepticism.
Rutile: Phos, are you sure you didn't just make this up? I can't decide if I'm impressed you managed to scribble something coherent or if you're trying to get out of your duties already.
Phos: Rutile, I'm not making it up! It happened!
Rutile sighed.
Rutile: I don't know what game you're playing, Phos, but I'll give you this – it's an interesting read. Whether it's a product of your wild imagination or an actual discovery, I can't say. (thinking to themselves) Not to mention Sensei would humor Phos if they read what's on this.
Phos beamed with pride, taking back the clipboard.
Phos: It's all true! I experienced it all!
Rutile rolled her eyes.
Rutile: If... this Voyager is here, then where are they exactly?
Phos: Well... the Voyager said I can find them again if look for a big silver cylinder.
Rutile: (unconvinced) ...A big silver cylinder...
Phos: Yeah... I don't know why the Nomad wants me to look for something like that... But if it means I can see the Voyager again, I might as well try.
Rutile: ...
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The next morning, the sun cast its gentle glow over the Land. Phos, fueled by curiosity and determination, stepped into the expansive field, and with the clipboard in hand scanned the horizon for any signs of the big silver cylinder that the Nomad had mentioned.
Phos: A big silver cylinder... Where could it be?
The gem wandered through the grassy fields, the gentle rustling of the wind accompanied by the distant sounds of the sea. As Phos walked further, a glint caught their eye—a metallic shine reflecting the morning sunlight.
Phos: Is that...?
In the distance, partially concealed by the landscape, the unmistakable form of a big silver cylinder revealed itself. Phos's eyes widened with excitement, and they rushed toward the peculiar structure.
Phos: This has to be it!
Approaching the T.A.R.D.I.S., Phos marveled at its smooth surface and unique design. It seemed to blend seamlessly with the environment, a silent observer of the gem's discoveries.
Phos: (whispering) It's even more amazing up close.
Hesitating for a moment, Phos reached out and tentatively touched the surface of the big silver cylinder. The material was unlike anything they had ever seen, and it seemed to hum with a faint energy. Not to mention shiny as well. Phos, entranced by the peculiar material, ran their fingers over the surface. The hum seemed to resonate with their touch, creating a subtle vibration. The gemstone's curious eyes sparkled with wonder as they traced the contours of the big silver cylinder. As Phos explored the surface, their gaze shifted, and they noticed two small rectangle objects side by side — two push entry handlebars — on what appeared to be a vertical rectangle entrance. The T.A.R.D.I.S. doors stood before them, silently inviting exploration. Phos, driven by curiosity, tentatively approached the doors.
Phos, propelled by an inexplicable instinct, pressed the two petite vertical rectangles on the "door" without a clear rationale. Yet, no response ensued. Undeterred, Phos persisted with another attempt, only to be met with the same unyielding resistance. Just as Phos contemplated another try, the T.A.R.D.I.S. doors autonomously ajar, revealing the Voyager emerging from within.
The Voyager: Ah, hello again Phos!
Startled, Phos instinctively retreated a step. The Voyager gracefully disembarked from his T.A.R.D.I.S., sealing the door behind him.
Phos: Oh, hey there. Did you come out of that thing?
The Voyager: Yes I did, Phos. So, what brings you here?
Phos: Well, I wanted to remind you about showing yourself to the other gems and Sensei Kongo. They'd be thrilled to meet you and learn about this discovery!
The Voyager, with a thoughtful expression, considered Phos's suggestion.
The Voyager: I have considered that proposition, Phos. However, I'm afraid my presence might cause some... unnecessary uneasiness rather than thrill. I don't know you're routines, and an unexpected visitor with an appearance unknown to you all might not be the most welcome surprise.
Phos, undeterred, persisted with her persuasive argument.
Phos: Please! Think about it! They'd be fascinated! Plus, they're a curious bunch. I'm sure they'll have loads of questions for you!
The Voyager, still contemplating the idea, responded with a kind yet measured tone.
The Voyager: Phos, I appreciate your enthusiasm. It's not that I don't want to meet your kin, but I must consider the impact it might have on how they'll handle my presence.
Phos frowned, disappointed with the Voyager's hesitation.
Phos: But it would be so much fun! We could all learn from each other, and I bet you'd discover something amazing too.
The Voyager: I'm sure I would, Phos. However, I have another proposition for you. How about I accompany you on your way to the school? Along the journey, we might stumble upon some extra discoveries.
Phos, with a disapproving expression, replied.
Phos: (groans) What's the point of that? I've already made the biggest discovery ever! And looking for some extra discoveries would be so boring. I'm not interested in that.
The Voyager: Fair enough. I understand you've considered me a significant discovery. However, sometimes, the journey itself can be as rewarding as the destination. Who knows what you might find along the way?
Phos crossed her arms, still frowning.
Phos: I guess so, but it won't be as exciting as you!
The Voyager, maintaining his friendly demeanor, assured Phos.
The Voyager: I'm just suggesting that it could be worthwhile, Phos. But if you're not interested, we can stick to the original plan, and I'll accompany you to the school without looking for extra discoveries.
Phos, after a moment of contemplation, sighed.
Phos: Fine. But don't expect me to get excited about any "extra discoveries."
The Voyager nodded, understanding Phos's perspective.
The Voyager: Deal.
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Phos: Hmm... I don't know. What do you think?
The Voyager: Hmm, might just be a regular plant. Then again, looks can be deceiving.
Phos: Guess I might as well jot it down.
As the wind blew, the sounds of footsteps were barely audible from behind. But the Voyager slightly narrowed his eyes toward the source, and then Cinnabar appeared.
Cinnabar: Hey.
The sudden voice of Cinnabar startled Phos.
Phos: Ah! Ahh... Cinnabar...
Cinnabar: Haven't you two had enough already?
Phos: Th-This is my job! I'm not here by choice! And why are you even here again anyway? This is a dangerous place where we lost Helio, you know?!
The Voyager: (Helio... as in Heliodor the gemstone?)
The Voyager thought.
Cinnabar: It is. And I...
Phos: Huh?
Cinnabar: I'm just waiting here for the day they come and take me away. At least on the moon, they might make use of me. I've been waiting, but they never come. Yet the second you and that weirdo arrived, they showed up. Must be nice. Desired even by our enemy...
The Voyager: ...Why?
The Voyager observed Cinnabar with a mix of empathy and curiosity, and then he spoke with a gentle but firm tone.
The Voyager: Cinnabar, why belittle yourself so much? Waiting and waiting to be taken away would mean running away from your own existence. You're more than just a material with a hardness level of two. Your worth isn't determined by what others think or expect. Have you ever thought that maybe, just maybe, you're waiting for something that isn't worth waiting for?
Cinnabar, in response, scoffed and looked away.
Cinnabar: You don't get it. You haven't been stuck in isolation for centuries. You don't know what it's like to ruin everything you touch. They are better off without me.
The Voyager, undeterred, continued his speech.
The Voyager: You may believe that, but it doesn't make it true. Your isolation doesn't define you, Cinnabar. Yes, your mercury is potent, but it doesn't diminish your value. You're unique, and perhaps your isolation has made you focus on your perceived flaws rather than your strengths.
Cinnabar, in an almost defensive tone, retorted.
Cinnabar: Strengths? What strengths? I'm too dangerous to be around others. That's my "strength"?
The Voyager, with a compassionate gaze, responded.
The Voyager: Your strength lies in your resilience, Cinnabar. Despite the challenges you face, you're still here, still holding on. You've adapted to a difficult situation. And while your mercury may be harmful, it's a part of you. Denying it means denying a part of yourself.
Cinnabar, growing increasingly agitated, dismissed the words with a bitter laugh.
Cinnabar: Resilience? Adaptation? You don't understand. Every day, I risk ruining this land. I poison the air, the water, and the earth. Nothing can grow here because of me. Do you know how it feels to be a living catastrophe?
The Voyager, unfazed by Cinnabar's bitterness, continued to speak from the heart.
The Voyager: I can't claim to fully understand your pain, Cinnabar, but I can see that you're caught in a cycle of self-loathing. Your existence is more than the damage you think you cause. You have the power to change, to find a way to coexist with your surroundings. But it starts with accepting yourself, with acknowledging that you're more than the sum of your perceived mistakes.
Cinnabar, overwhelmed by conflicting emotions, snapped back.
Cinnabar: Accept myself? Accept this poison? You speak of things you know nothing about! You're not trapped in this poison!
The Voyager, with unwavering compassion, concluded his speech.
The Voyager: No, I'm not trapped in your poison, but I see the potential for change within you. You're not defined by your curse. You have the power to transcend it, to find a purpose beyond waiting for something that may never come. You deserve to live, Cinnabar, and not just as a living catastrophe. It's never too late to change the course of your life.
Cinnabar, overwhelmed by a mixture of spite and depression, scoffed once more and turned away.
Cinnabar: Save you're words. It's easy to talk about change when you're not the one poison.
The Voyager then fell silent, leaving Ciinabar alone with their thoughts. Phos, on the other hand, was surprised by what they heard from the Voyager. In fact, Phos somehow became rather... moved by that speech, but couldn't figure out why. Before either the Voyager or Phos could speak, Cinnabar broke the silence.
Cinnabar: There are two species along the south beach. Three species on the Twin Shores. One in the Inter Plain. One on White Hill. I don't know if any are major discoveries, but I've seen unnamed, unused plants out there. Rutile came out to check on me this morning. That's all you need from me, right Phos? Now stay out of my way.
Cinnabar turns to walk off as Phos called out.
Phos: Help me! Please.
Cinnabar: No thanks.
Phos: F-Fine! Well, I'm going to find something better than the night watch. Something only you can do! So just... stop saying you rather go to the moon! You hear me?!
Cinnabar continued walking, seemingly unaffected by Phos's plea. The Voyager, observing the interaction, remained silent. Phos, however, turned to the Voyager with a mix of frustration and confusion.
Phos: Why wouldn't Cinnabar accept help? I don't get it.
The Voyager, with a thoughtful expression, responded.
The Voyager: Change is difficult for some, Phos. Cinnabar has been stuck in a pattern of self-loathing and isolation for a long time. Accepting help means confronting their own fears and doubts. It's not an easy journey.
Phos, still moved by the Voyager's speech, looked down in contemplation.
Phos: But... I thought what you said made sense. Why doesn't Cinnabar see that?
The Voyager: Sometimes, it takes time for words to sink in, especially when someone is caught in a cycle of negativity. Cinnabar needs to find their own path and decide when they're ready for change.
Phos sighed, realizing the complexity of the situation.
Phos: I just want to help. Is there really nothing I can do?
The Voyager, offering a comforting smile, spoke reassuringly.
The Voyager: You've already done what you can, Phos. Like I said to you yesterday, sometimes the best way to help is to give others the space they need. Keep searching for discoveries, and who knows, maybe one day, Cinnabar will find their way.
Phos nodded, still grappling with the emotions stirred by the Voyager's words.
Phos: Yeah... I guess you're right. Thanks for trying to help, Voyager.
The Voyager nodded in acknowledgment, and together, they continued their exploration, leaving Cinnabar to her solitary vigil by the toxic shore. As they ventured further into the landscape, Phos found her thoughts occupied by Cinnabar's advice about various species in different locations. Phos contemplated the idea of exploring those areas to make new discoveries. However, as Phos looked at the Voyager beside them, they realized there was another pressing matter.
Phos: Well, since we haven't made any extra discoveries, we can head to the school. I want to show you to everyone there.
The Voyager, with a curious expression, responded.
The Voyager: ...I did say my presence might cause uneasiness.
Phos, determined, shook her head.
Phos: Well... I don't know about that, but once they see you they'll be thrilled.
The Voyager considered Phos's suggestion, realizing that it might indeed be an opportunity to bridge the gap between their worlds. And the fact he is going to stay for a while until any or all threats that may or may not have come through that spatial anomaly.
The Voyager: Alight. But, I better stay out of their sight for now until you introduce me to them. Okay?
Phos looked at the Voyager, curiously.
Phos: You want me to introduce you to them? Huh... I've... never done any introduction, other than myself when seeing a new gem. But I'll do my best!
With that, Phos then leads the Voyager to the white quarts structure in the distance just as the afternoon is slowly drifting away.
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At a distant shoreline, Cinnabar strolled in solitude, lost in contemplation. Recollections of the Voyager's earlier words replayed in their mind, echoing his promise of assistance. Fixing their gaze upon the horizon and the vast expanse of the sea, Cinnabar's emotions surfaced, manifesting as a solitary tear of mercury in their eye. A swirl of mercury enveloped Cinnabar, a poignant manifestation of their complex emotional turmoil encompassing desperation, depression, and a sense of diminishment.
Cinnabar: I... I want to be free of the night... But... I don't know what to do... I need... I need help...
As the solitary tear of mercury trailed down Cinnabar's cheek, the ambient light of the nearly setting sun reflected in its shimmer. The shoreline echoed with the soft lapping of the waves, providing a somber soundtrack to Cinnabar's inner turmoil. Lost in the vastness of their own contemplation, Cinnabar clenched their fists, feeling the weight of their isolation pressing down. The promise of assistance from the Voyager lingered, yet the path forward remained shrouded in uncertainty. The sea stretched endlessly before them, mirroring the vast expanse of their internal struggles.
Cinnabar: I don't want to ruin everything I touch. I don't want to be seen like this. But... I want to be free.
The setting sun cast a silvery glow on Cinnabar's form as they continued to gaze into the distance, grappling with the conflicting emotions that threatened to engulf them. The shoreline bore witness to their silent plea for solace, a fragile echo.
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[Opening Sequence]
https://youtu.be/U4rLD59Ibf8
[Amidst the cosmic void, darkness cloaks the cosmos, adorned with shimmering stars. Abruptly, a silver cylinder manifests, hurtling through the vast expanse. A Type 75 T.A.R.D.I.S., the temporal vessel of the Voyager, the last of the Time Lords. The enigmatic craft collides with a spatial anomaly, a portal to uncharted realms.]
[Within the vessel's confines, as it hurtles through the anomaly, the cosmic space crackles with energy, resonating with the hum of temporal navigation within the time capsule. The exterior undergoes a metamorphosis, adopting a default silver sheen.]
[While streaking through the anomaly, the T.A.R.D.I.S. contends with the warping and twisting spatial fabric that surrounds it. An unbroken acceleration propels the silver cylinder, causing it to shrink and vanish into the intricate tapestry of time.]
[Suddenly, tangible text emerges from the anomaly, suspended in space like ethereal glyphs in an ancient script. The cryptic message lingers, a faint whisper echoing the temporal odyssey that has just transpired.]
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Kongo
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Phosphophyllite
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Cinnabar
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Diamond
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Bort
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Morganite
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Goshenite
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Rutile
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Jade
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Euclase
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Amethyst 84 & 33
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Benitoite
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Neptunite
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Yellow Diamond
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Zircon
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Red Beryl
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Obsidian
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Alexandrite
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Sphene
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Hemimorphite
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Padparadscha
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Watermelon Tourmaline
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Peridot
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Antarcticite
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[The narrative abruptly shifts, traversing the realms from the cosmic unknown to the familiar azure skies of Earth. Tension electrifies the atmosphere as the incandescent T.A.R.D.I.S. hurtles toward the planet, akin to a celestial juggernaut. Flames waltz along its exterior, casting an ominous glow against the cloud-kissed canvas.]
[Imminent collision looms. The T.A.R.D.I.S. plummets toward the surface with the wrath of a cosmic comet. The unfolding scene orchestrates chaos as the vessel is nearing the planet's atmosphere.]
[Within the fiery descent, unanswered questions linger in the air as the T.A.R.D.I.S. crashes into the enigma below. The odyssey through the dimensions of time and space unfurls as a symphony, heralding the commencement of a journey yet untold.]
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[To Be Continued...]
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