Amethyst went up to the front of the class and grabbed a mirror. She was delicate with it, careful not to break the mirror. She looked at herself softly; long black hair, brown eyes. That's when she thought of her sister again. Keep it together Ame..,she told herself. She felt like crying, but didn't dare. She gave a soft sigh and thought of silver, short hair, just as her sister had on the day she, Ame, was given away. "Felintas." Her hair slowly, but surely, went from long, gorgeous black hair to short, revengous silver hair.