Gar’dumor’s Truth (A Drabble Series, Part 14)

Ever since my alighting, I have heard the gems. They whisper their secrets and their wishes, and I oblige them as I can, crafting them—shaping them—to a form we agree mutually beneficial. Most crave beauty and sparkle—to be made into jewels befitting the gods.

These gems, wild and capricious, wish only to be rid of us as quickly as they can, and so become doors, narrow tunnels, their sounds ever chiding.

We swim in silence.

“Wh–what happened?” Fear rattles Demitra’s words. “When you touched the diamond?”

I tell her everything. She shivers when I mention the voice.