A magic box

Just when Steven went up the stairs to his room, he saw the dazzling white light from the worp pad. With a big smile he ran across the veranda and pushed the door powerfully open. "Hey guys!" he shouted happily. But he stopped as he saw only Amethyst, jumping off the worp pad sadly. "Hi, Amethyst! Where is everybody else?" She shrugged her shoulders. "Doing important Gem business, she murmured quietly and made a move to disappear in the temple, but Steven grabbed her hand and held her back. "What's wrong Amethyst? Are you okay? And the others?" She looked down to the floor. "Yeah. I guess." Then what's the matter?" She blushed and tried to shake off Stevens hand. "Moah, Come on Amethyst! Tell me what's bugging you! Maybe I can help you."

"Nah I don't think so..." She made a long break but then she started to speak. "I just ruined the whole mission. Like always. Now the others are mad at me!" She sighed heavily. "And everything for a stupid little box." Now Steven got curious. "What box?", he asked with big eyes. "Please! Tell me what happened!"

"Okay, okay! If you leave me alone afterwards!" Steven was startled. This wasn't the Amethyst he knew. But since he wanted to hear the story, he sat down on the couch and decided to cheer her up after she told her story.

"Okay... So we went on a mission this night. Garnet was obsessed to find some old Gem item because she thought it was dangerous. So we went to this place, the gems used to hide all of their gem stuff to keep them away from humans. It was pretty cool! Like a Gem Museum. Everywhere was this crazy old stuff. We just went through there and searching for something. Only Garnet knew for what. But then I saw this beautiful little box on top of a shelf and I couldn't resist. I climbed up before the others could notice, but while coming down I lost balance and fell of the shelf and the shelf fell with me. And all the gem stuff broke and it was a pretty huge mess and there were many broken gems, forming into all kinds of... bizarre monsters. After Pearl and Garnet cleaned the mess, everything was broken, and there was nothing left, so we never found this 'mysterious' item Garnet was so obsessed about. Then we returned to the temple and Garnet and Pearl disappeared into their rooms completely ignoring me... Aw man... I really messed up this time!"

She sighed even deeper when she felt Stevens arms wrapping around her. "Thanks Steven."

"Do you still have that box?" He looked at her with big puppy eyes. "Yeah! You can have it! I don't want it anymore... Maybe Pearl is right! Maybe I do have too much stuff already!" With her shoulders bowed she pointed to the small iron box she had put on the kitchen counter before and shuffled into her room.

As soon as the door had closed, Steven ran over to the counter, looking at the box excitedly. It was a small light silver box, with a black stone, formed like a tear drop in the middle of its with elegant black tendrils decorated lid. Even if the box seemed to be made of cold iron it felt comfortably warm as Steven stroke over it. Pretty strange, but to be honest, for human conditions, almost everything that had to do with gems was kinda strange.

As he carefully picked it up from the counter, he noticed that it was really light. Almost as if he was holding nothing. He shook the box very gentle, to hear what was inside but it seemed to be empty, since no sound was to be heard. Even if Steven had no idea what he really was dealing with he felt that it was something extraordinary. It seemed to radiate something... holy. Something indescribable valuable. It felt like he was holding everything he ever wanted. One part of him told him to open the box. To see what was inside. He had a feeling that it would fulfill his deepest wishes.

But it seemed that Steven's gem wasn't fond of that idea. It felt pretty weird, but it seemed to try to tell him to get Garnet and Pearl and let them handle it.

But Steven was known for his curiosity. So without listening to his gem, he sat on the floor, the box in front of him, preparing to open it. It was a really beautiful music box. The sweet melody escaping the box, let a smile appear on Steven's face. A little figure turned in circles. He didn't know whether the song nor the figure, but both seemed strangely familiar. Steven didn't notice anything anymore besides the music box. He just watched the figure turn around again and again, and listened to the sweet, soft melody that let him almost fell asleep. He didn't notice Pearl coming in, shouting his name, he didn't notice her panic or Garnet who carried him into his bed. Everything he could think about was that melody and slowly his eyes closed and he fell asleep peacefully.