The abandoned Kindergarten would be one of the last places Chert would have turned to for refuge, but as fate would have it here she was. The canyon, carved out and hollowed by millions of emerging gems from ages past, felt nearly haunted as the wind whistled through from above.
She couldn’t shake the feeling that she wasn’t alone, but Chert kept shrugging the feeling off as paranoia. The immediate vicinity was loaded with hundreds of gem-sized holes, each one the birthing place of a gem destined to die in the war. Unfortunately, they were the closest things to shelter for the next few nights.
Chert surveyed the area again, picking out a decent sized hole just ahead. It was spacey, probably belonging to a jasper or an amethyst soldier, and comfortably dry. She was about to crawl inside when a shadow crossed the edge of her vision, causing her to dive behind a rock with a gasp.