How To Draw Chaos Emeralds Novels & Stories

But how to incorporate these large, irregular gemstones into a design? I scribbled drawing after drawing. The day wore on and I barely noticed. But I didn’t like anything I drew! Crumpled up drawings were strewn all over the floor. I’d gone through almost an entire sketchbook! I ran my hands through my hair in frustration. How many designs had I drawn? 50? 60? And none of them were good enough!

While the others were laughing at Estelle, Tim gradually sat up and fixed his eyes on the design drawing with a serious look. Estelle only had a black pencil, so logically speaking, she couldn’t colour the jewellery. However, she managed to make her two-dimensional drawing look like a three-dimensional image with her only pencil. She coloured the pendant of the necklace black and then used the eraser to erase the redundant marks. In an instant, the drawing showed fine effects of light and shade. And from afar, the pendant looked like an obsidian, vivid and lifelike. After finishing drawing the necklace with the most complicated details, she drew the earrings and the brooches.

She titters at me. “Lift foot up, put foot down - heel first. Slowly now. Show me your exact movements. Lift foot up, put heel down first. Good. Now lower your toes to the ground. Excellent. Now, steady? Good. Now the other foot.” This goes on for what seems like an age; I must walk for miles round the room. Thankfully, after literal hours, lunch is called. Malachite, Garnet and Ruby put down their crafts; Emerald returns from wherever she’s been.

A nervous chuckle rippled through the room. “Same with this,” I continued, moving to the next table. “Celeste’s ivy-leaf brooch. Don’t even think about using ivy again. Make it eucalyptus. Sleeker lines. And for the sapphire drop earrings—keep the stem, but twist the gem. Use a teardrop shape instead of round.” I dropped the sketches one by one onto the floor. “Do I need to repeat myself again?” “No, Miss Abrams,” the room chorused softly.

Zemra shook his head and countered, “Not necessarily. Cultivating the Three Treasures is just the beginning. The real challenge lies in regulating all three. If we could’ve done so, we wouldn’t have to return to our natural states.” Chuba was at a loss for words. Just then, the snow-white lotus suddenly emitted a purple-white light, completely engulfing the Chaos Storm. Zemra observed intently and stated, “He’s about to cultivate the Second Treasure, the Gold Blossom.” Chuba, equally stunned, gazed downward. The white lotus changed into a purple-gold color and its petals unfolded rapidly. James’ body erupted with purple and white lights. Once again, he summoned 49 purple and white lotuses.

Silence hugs the temple, but my heartbeat is loud, booming through my ears, when I’m made to kneel before her, tilting my head down. Grandma Ella appears before me, Grandpa Ryatt beside her, and I feel the weight of a crown placed on my head. A crown of precious stones–gems from every corner of Eastonia. Emeralds, sapphires, and polished obsidian from Veiled Valley. Diamonds, turquoise, and aquamarine from Tarsian. Rubies and emeralds from the Roguelands. And moonstones from Moonrise that glow a bright crimson as my powers ignite the moment the crown is placed on my head.

Eric changed, “Come forth my Golden Dragon.” Out of the sky came a humongous golden dragon, shining brightly in the sky. His whole body was covered in gold. His claws was enormous, and his teeth was sharp and glistering. “Wow,” exclaimed Ruby. “Yeah. I know right. This thing took me a few years to master.” “Oh. Same with my phoenix.” “Now, let’s take down this Chaos, shall we?” Ruby nodded. Chaos summoned out a wrath of black clouds and started to shoot it at them.

The design stole my breath – a ring of diamonds encircled a stunning emerald, its vibrant green hue radiating an otherworldly allure. I gasped, my eyes widening in astonishment. This wasn't just any necklace; it was my own design, one I'd sketched countless times in my journals, never thinking it would become a reality. The emerald's beauty mesmerized me – its cut, its clarity, its mesmerizing depth. Tears pricked at the corners of my eyes as I realized the significance of Dylan's gift. “How did you…?” I trailed off, my voice barely audible. Dylan's smile spread, his eyes crinkling at the corners. “I have my ways,” he whispered, his fingers tracing the contours of my face.

He shook his head, annoyed, and Emerald walked back. She washed her face but she was still looking cranky. She saw that Ruby had stopped crying and was making a rough map. She can use software to make it, but the way that Castle is built, it's hard to instruct technology to map it. It can only be done by the person who knows the castle. She sat in front of her, and Egon's phone rang. Emerald sighed in relief when he answered his phone and walked out, not before giving her a warning glare.

I saw myself at the edge of nowhere beneath a very odd tree. White leaves were falling from it that gave me an eerie sensation. I was like inside a 90's television. Everything was in black and white. My gaze landed on the guy beside me. At that moment, I realized that I was not alone. Everything has no color except me and him. It felt weird especially when he touched my cheek softly and I felt the warmth of his hand. I was lying on the grass with him, captivated by his peculiar eyes. Those pair of eyes were green as emerald stones, fascinating and deep as if it can pierce through my soul. I can’t take my eyes off him.