Long ago, in a prehistoric time before the rise of mankind, six celestial objects streaked across Earth's skies—each one pulsing with power, each one carrying the primal energy of a long-extinct creature. These were the Dino Gems: ancient crystals formed by the cosmic collision of dinosaur DNA and interstellar energy, giving birth to forces unlike any known to man.
Five were known—Red, Blue, Yellow, Black, and White. But a sixth fell quietly, hidden deep in the earth where no eyes saw, no hands touched. The Violet Dino Gem. Born from the strength and resilience of the Ankylosaurus, its energy was unlike the others—not just strength or speed or stealth, but the power of time itself.
Where the other gems dispersed across the globe without a trace, the violet gem did not remain unguarded. In a quiet forest untouched by man, where the trees whispered ancient secrets, a cave glowed faintly with violet hues. Standing just outside its mouth was a small girl—no older than seven. Her dark hair fluttered with the wind, and her eyes were far too ancient for her age.
She looked toward the cave solemnly.
"You shouldn't be here yet," she whispered gently, as if speaking to an old friend. "The people here… they're not ready. They can't handle your power."
The gem shimmered as if listening.
"I'll find someone for you," she said. "Someone who can handle you, take care of you, and most important of all… love you."
Her voice echoed with a purity that almost hurt. Then, the girl turned and vanished into the morning mist. The gem remained hidden for many years, until fate guided another seeker to its resting place.
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Centuries passed.
In time, three of the gems—Red, Blue, and Yellow—were unearthed by none other than Dr. Tommy Oliver, former Power Ranger, turned paleontologist. He recognized the danger they posed, the power they contained. And so, he hid them away, fearing what might happen should they fall into the wrong hands.
But the Violet Gem remained silent, undisturbed. Until one day...
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An archeologist, weathered by sun and soil, climbed a rocky ridge with a determined glint in his eye. Sweat clung to his brow, but he pressed forward. He saw a book that mentioned an artifact, some sort of ancient tool used by cavemen. The locals avoided the region, muttering about "strange lights" and "whispers in the wind." That only fueled his curiosity.
Then he saw it.
A cave entrance, barely visible behind an overgrowth of moss and twisted vines.
"Jackpot," he muttered and made his way inside.
With a flashlight in one hand and excitement in his chest, he walked deeper and deeper. The air grew cooler. The rock walls sparkled faintly—until he turned a corner and saw it.
A violet crystal, embedded in stone. Unlike anything he had seen before. It shimmered with a life of its own.
He reached forward and pulled it free.
Immediately, it lit up with a soft, glowing pulse.
Startled, he dropped it. The gem landed softly on the cave floor. He blinked in confusion. "What the hell?"
Tentatively, he picked it up again, this time slipping it into a cloth pouch.
Back in the city, the archeologist made a call.
"I need a favor."
There was silence on the other end, then a resigned sigh. "Bring it here."
He wasted no time.
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By the time he arrived, he stood before a maze of monitors, scanning equipment, and humming servers. In the center stood his old friend—quiet, serious, and surrounded by more technology than most universities.
The archeologist tossed the pouch to him.
"What is this?" his friend asked.
"Something… strange."
His friend examined the crystal under microscopes, scanners, even energy readers. Hours passed. Neither of them spoke much, until finally—
"This thing... it's alive," the scientist murmured. "Not in the organic sense. But there's a consciousness inside it. It's looking."
"Looking for what?" the archeologist asked.
His friend hesitated. "A host."
"A host of what?"
"That, I do not know."
The room went quiet.
Then, the archeologist reached for the gem. "Give it to me."
His friend handed him the gem. As soon as he grasped it, a faint light flared again. A moment later, he hissed and dropped it. "Dammit. It burns."
His friend noted something in his log.
"What are you writing?" he asked.
"Notes," his friend replied flatly, still writing. "The gem rejects you. It's not just choosing—it's testing."
A moment of silence. Then, the archeologist asked. "Why don't you try bonding with it?"
His friend blinked at him. "Me?"
"Yeah."
The scientist frowned. "You just got burned. I probably will too."
The archeologist laughed. "Idiot. Just because it didn't work for me doesn't mean it won't for you. Also, I didn't say 'be chosen,' I said 'try.'"
They locked eyes. His friend sighed. "Better to try now, with no expectations."
He took the gem in hand. Again, it shimmered—pulsing faintly. But after a few seconds, the glow faded. The gem fell from his grasp.
"Nope," he said, wincing. "Burns."
The archeologist looked disappointed. "Guess it's really picky."
His friend passed the gem back, but the archeologist refused. "Keep it."
"What? Why?"
"Just keep it. Wait until it chooses someone worthy…"
The scientist scowled. "Why do I get the responsibility? You found it."
"Just keep it. Please."
"…Why?"
"Because," the archeologist said, voice low, "I don't know how long I'll be around. My job's dangerous, and every new site could be my last. If I don't make it back—"
"Don't talk like that," his friend snapped.
"I'm just being realistic. After this next dig, I'll retire. But until then… you're the only one I trust."
His friend's expression softened. "I told you years ago to give up this life. Go design clothes or something."
The archeologist chuckled and slapped his friend's shoulder. "You always say that. Don't worry. I told you, once I find that artifact, I'm done. Keep it safe. Wait for someone worthy."
His friend looked at it reluctantly. "Come back alive, you moron."
"Thanks for worrying about me, Xavier," he said then laughed.
"Mashiro, I'm being serious. If you don't show up in a month, I'll come looking for you. And if you're dead, I'll find a way to kill you again."
The archeologist—Mashiro laughed and patted his shoulder one last time. Then, he turned and walked away, not knowing they had just altered the course of fate.
And so, the Violet Gem waited.
Waited through time.
For the right soul.
One who could handle it, care for it, and most important of all—love it.
Just as the little girl once promised.