Shimmering Blood

Chapter 8- History of Pink (Part 1)

AN: STEVEN UNIVERSE DOESN'T BELONG TO ME BUT REBECCA SUGAR AND CARTOON NETWORK

There was once a moon orbiting Homeworld—a barren, desolate satellite made of cold, gray rock. It was much smaller than the white planet ruled by the three Diamonds, and today, this lonely moon had become the stage for the birth of a new member of their celestial authority.

On the surface of the moon, Yellow, Blue, and White Diamond stood in silence, their massive forms casting shadows over the cracked, lifeless terrain. Each of them waited with a mixture of anticipation and concern. The moon beneath them trembled, and from deep fissures in the rock, a brilliant pink light began to shine, growing brighter and more intense until it erupted in an explosion of radiant energy.

When the dust settled, a figure emerged from the epicenter of the blast—Pink Diamond. Smaller than Yellow and Blue, Pink stood about half their height, but she was still a giant compared to any other Gem, towering over fusions and smaller Gems alike.

"Welcome, Pink," White Diamond said, her serene face breaking into a soft smile. Despite her outward composure, there was an undercurrent of curiosity and apprehension. This was a new Diamond, a crucial addition to their ranks, and yet something about her seemed different already.

Pink blinked at the taller Diamonds, her eyes wide and uncertain. "Umm… who are you?" she asked, her voice laced with confusion as she furrowed her eyebrows and frowned up at them.

The Diamonds exchanged uneasy glances. White’s smile faltered ever so slightly. Had something gone wrong?

"Pink… do you know who we are?" Blue Diamond asked gently, stepping forward. Her voice was tender, tinged with concern. The idea that there could have been an error in the creation of a Diamond was unthinkable.

Pink tilted her head in thought before nodding slowly. "You’re Blue Diamond. You’re Yellow Diamond, and you…" she pointed to White, "are White Diamond." Her answers were correct, but her tone lacked the confidence or authority expected from a Diamond. She seemed almost… lost.

The Diamonds relaxed, but only slightly. This was not the start they had envisioned.

Pink took a tentative step toward them, but as her foot came down, the ground beneath her cracked and buckled under the unexpected force. She let out a startled yelp as her balance faltered, her hands flailing for support.

Yellow Diamond was quick to act, her reflexes sharp as ever. With one firm hand, she caught Pink by the arm, steadying her smaller counterpart. "Watch your steps, Pink," Yellow said, her voice stern, her eyes narrowing. "You're a Diamond. You must carry yourself with grace."

Pink flushed in embarrassment, her hands trembling as she tried to stand tall. "I’m sorry," she muttered, her voice small compared to the booming authority of the others. She looked down at the ground, wincing at the sight of the cracks she had caused. Her steps were heavy and awkward, nothing like the fluid, regal movements of her sisters.

"W-where are we?" Pink asked after a moment, her eyes darting around the barren landscape. The cold, gray expanse of the moon made her uneasy, and the endless black sky above was disorienting. It felt oppressive, foreign.

"We are on the moon that orbits Homeworld," White Diamond explained, her voice remaining calm despite her internal concerns. "It’s a dead moon, no longer of use. It will be destroyed and repurposed for Homeworld’s benefit."

Pink’s brow furrowed again as she processed White Diamond’s words. "How can something that’s not alive be dead?" she asked, her confusion genuine.

White blinked, momentarily caught off guard by the question. She had expected Pink to grasp such concepts instinctively, but clearly, something was amiss. With an internal sigh, she chose her next words carefully. "It's a figure of speech, Pink. The moon has no life, but it has fulfilled its purpose and will soon be transformed into something useful."