How many years had it been since the Howlite began to wander the seemingly endless rock called Earth. Days turned into weeks into years. Everything was blurry ever since she abandoned the both sides of the gem war that encompasses the small planet. Then again, this life she was forced into was made my herself. She hid her wild white hair and body underneath a black cloak, through the chalky grey streaks still showed through on her face and hands.
Howlite tended to hide in the shadows of the growing human race as she carried on with her own business. Searching for the fallen gems of the war was all she ever did. Cracked, shattered, even ones who had simply retreated into their gem. It was a lonesome and near worthless job but it was all she had to keep herself sane, after all, no one else was searching for the fallen so it might as well be her. She found it ironic as someone who would capture and crack gems, even shattering them at times, would turn to find them in hopes of healing them.
It was a foolish attempt at righting her past.
One night, when the stars twinkled in the sky and the moon vanished from sight, the lanky gem found a strange object. The dim light was just enough to have it shine despite it being nearly covered by dirt. Gently, she picked it up. To Howlite's surprise, it was a book yet there was a gem embedded into it's cover. Her fingers ran across the dark blue gem, wondering if she could get it out. "Damn humans.... always messing with us," she mumbled under her breath, trying to pry the gem out. It took a while, and a large amount of cursing, till the ocean blue gem was finally pried away from the book. Howlite dropped the useless object and held the gem in her hands, looking it over. "You seem okay, that's good," she said, smiling at it.
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