Gemstones

=== Gemstones is a sciencefiction/drama/action story by Brunettebraidsbooks. 18 years ago, in 2049, Jamaa was perfectly happy until Mira disappeared. Zios's rule was never the same, and a group of jammers, growing from 5 to 50,000 attacked Zios and the Alphas. They locked up Zios and forced the Alphas to give up their powers. The 6 new leaders started a dictatorship. ===

=== Now, in 2067, small villages have formed, unknown by the leaders of Jamaa, and some are trying to return the legends to rule. Although it seems impossible, maybe there is a chance that Mira can return.. ===

Prologue: Black Sight
When I wake up, I can't move. I can hardly remember. Everything is dark. I am sitting on a chair, not voluntarily, but forced. I am tied to it.

I try to remember what happened, but at first all I can catch from my memory is turning around, just as there was a flash of dark brown. I go back further and have to stop because now I remember this piercing scream. The past is all blurred, and I look up to see a river and dark green splotches. Dark green splotches..

The woods.

My steps retrace, and I'm stepping out into my front yard. Going to the town square of The Gale, my village, and then meeting up with Gilder in the neighbourhood.

Gilder! It was his scream. The mischievous cougar, his fur a brownish-goldish color, his green eyes sparkling like emeralds, and his chipped scottish accent reaching to me across the meadow. I watched him as he went to the river.

"Be careful out there," I said.

"Jasper, I'll be fine," he said. "I'm only going for a second."

But now, who knew if he would ever return? Where was he? Where was I? Who am I, even? Things are still confusing. I start to map out things in my head.

''My name is Jasper. I am a wolf. My pelt color is.. red. My eyes are.. {silence}..amber. I live with my father, a rare trader, and my mom. I am 13 years old.''

Now, where am I?

All of a sudden, I heard two people talking outside of the door of the small room I was in.

"I placed the deal. His glitched items and lp headdress, and all the long collars."

"Great. Now we wait until he accepts it. Shouldn't take very long."

"Then we dump off the kid?"

"Yeah. Break for Aldan after.."

CRASH!

There was hollering outside the door. I cringed as there were a few slams, reminding me of when I was taken down. Finally there was silence, and then the door opened, and I had to blink several times because the light was blinding. When I finally could see, I saw it padding toward me.

It looked like a phantom, but it was shaped like a wolf. The helmet had one eye and the armour was spilling foul purple goop. The skin, if it was skin, was scaly and black, but had cracks all over it which showed purple underneath.

It ran over to me and for a second the purple goop splashed into my eye as it clawed at the ropes holding me to the chair, then I fell forwards.

"Get up," says the gravelly, fake voice of the phantom wolf. My legs almost buckled when I stood up. "We have to run."

"I can barely walk," I say, unaware that my voice came out sounding like a low moan.

"Smuir was afraid of that," it says. Without another word, a claw comes out from the armour and wraps around me, pulling me up and onto the back of the creature. Then it opened the door and ran through what seems to be an old cabin hallway, opened another door, and we were out into the woods.

"Where is Gilder?" I ask. "We have to go back and save him."

"I didn't see any other prisoners. Sorry," it says.

We stop, and the claw puts me down and releases me. The creature walks forwards and slams its paw three times, then a mechanical elevator came up.

"Woah," I whisper.

It presses in a code and the door opens. "Come in," it says, and I follow.

As we went down, underground, for what seems like forever, I say, "By the way, thanks for saving me."

The creature reaches up and pulls off its helmet.

Oh, gosh.

Underneath the helmet is a gorgeous, cream-colored female wolf with stunning yellow eyes. She looks about 15, and her muzzle is tinged with a light coral pink.

"No problem," she says cooly  in a voice soft and warm. "It was all for the plan."

I think I must be staring, because her pupils dilate and she asks, "What's your name? Smuir told me, but I forgot."

"Jasper," I mumble. "What's yours?"

"Lotus," she says.

"Nice," I say. "Who's this Smuir?"

"You'll learn soon," Lotus says, and the elevator stops. I look forwards as the door opens and I find out that we are deep underground, at a subway station.

"What is this place?" I ask. "How did you get it underneath Jamaa?"

I see in her eyes a flicker of recognition and she replies, "We've been working on it for 17 years."

"Seventeen years," I say. "But you can't possibly mean.."

Lotus nods. "Yes. We are the Jaws of Victory."

1: Meadowlark
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