"Zuriel Xenos." A quiet voice called as the angel as he slowly slid into sleep. Behind his closed eyelids, he could see a woman. She didn't look any different than most other women, and in that, she was unique. Every woman he had ever seen, she shared one or more traits with, and every breath shifted the light that shone upon her to reveal that each part of her body had a different hue, unshifting, but always clear and vibrant. Greens, reds, pinks, whites, yellows, oranges, and blues decorated her, and for each he knew the name: heliodor, emerald, red beryl, morganite, goshenite, golden beryl, and aquamarine. Each color shone clear and vibrant, and her clothes were decorated in hexagons. She stood massively tall as she stared down at him for several moments. "Zuriel Xenos. I am about to do something either terrible or wonderful to you, and you have no choice in this. I hope you will be safe, and I hope you will forgive me." Her voice rang softly, like vibrations through crystal. "In one year, you will find a piece of me, and on touching it, you will find yourself in a new world where few things are familiar. A year later, you will find a child in need of help I believe you can offer. Please do not turn your back on her even when she tries to push you away, because she will become very important to you." The voice and image faded from his mind as the sun rose and his day began, and slowly, he forgot the woman's words. A year passed, and a friend gave Zuriel a geode. Inside, hexagonal crystals that teased at the young man's memory gleamed candy-red that faded to clear as they approached their tips. Red Beryl. The stone seemed somehow important. Resist or not, his fingers eventually slid across the red, smooth crystals, and a shock ran through his body, accompanied by a sensation of triumph that came from within the crystals. He fell to the ground to the shock of those around, but rather than land, he fell through the floor, as though the floor weren't solid at all. He woke to a gentle breeze in a clearing. The sky above was clouded and grey, and the smell of incoming rain teased at his nostrils. Leaves rustled above him, and branches groaned as the gentle breeze strengthened, strangely cool and heavy, but far from unpleasant. The first fat drop of liquid hit Zuriel directly below his eye. Jade trembled as she hugged herself, legs heavy as she walked through the unused upper level of Base. Her stomach felt oddly heavy. Was it the baby predicted by the pee-stick, or her own nerves? She stumbled over herself as burning, stinging legs objected to her flight to escape her twin and their shared lover. No. Her two lovers, one of whom happened to be her twin. Alex didn't even like Topaz. Tears stung her already-burning eyes as a high noise escaped from her tight throat, cutting off as her air closed itself off, and she looked around. She could hear footsteps. "Jade! Jade!" The deep voice of Father Jerriko called. "Jade! Topaz told me you ran away crying! What's wrong?" She nearly vomitted. She had to escape. She could hear his footsteps on the metal floor growing closer. Her stomach churned itself and tossed its contents, spraying them across one of the metal walls before she looked back to see her father's hand on a corner behind her. She stared as his head appeared, but he was looking down the opposite hallway. Jade threw a portal open underneath and let gravity send her down, down, into a hay stack below. She heard her father call for her, voice catching as he ran closer, and she closed the portal, then rolled off the hay and covered her face as she began to wail. Saliva and tears threatened to drown her as her throat tried to choke her. A family took her in, but she didn't notice as they fed her and bathed her and clothed her. She didn't notice as they did her hair, nor did she notice they existed at all until the woman said she needed to make some sort of tea to be rid of an unwanted pregnancy. Suddenly aware, Jade approached the somehow familiar cauldron over the fire and grabbed a ladle, then began to drink. She drank even as she heard someone scream in shock. She drank until thick hands yanked her away, and that night she screamed as her anus erupted in pain. The next morning, the family brought her into a small wooden town, where they led her around by the arm as she mindlessly followed, gripping her stomach with her free hand. Her eyes were sunken. Her lips were chapped and bled. She had deep circles under her eyes, and bits of dried vomit clung to the corners of her mouth. She smelled like she had gone rotten.