If the rock were a person, the loss of its parents would have greatly shaped its development. However, it`s just a rock, so the mechanical forces of thermal expansion, gravity, water, and plant roots are what made it into the rock it is today. Over time, the boulder that it used to be cracked and broke into several pieces. Arguably, these other pieces could also be the rock, but, of course, the rest are just pretenders to the title, mere stones to the rock’s uber-rockiness.

One day, as a young rock up in the mountains, the rock decided it was time to travel and explore the world. It booked a trip with Avalanche Snowlines; they had terrible service and only one trip a year, but the rock had no choice because they had a monopoly on travel in the area.

After waiting for a whole winter, it was finally time to leave. In the spring, snowmelt carried the rock into the local tributary. The trip had terrible turbulence and was quite uncomfortable for the rock, but it was good for character-building; by the time the rock was halfway down the mountain, it was much more well-rounded than before.

Young and large and clumsy, the rock crashed into a shy amethyst geode who was also travelling in the river. It broke open the outer stone, revealing the crystalline contents within. If the amethyst were a girl, it would have been mortified at the indecent display, but of course, it was just a crystal.

The rock pushed the crystal out of the river, away from staring bystanders—that is, if rocks had eyes. He—er, it—apologized profusely to the amethyst and helped repair the damage as best it could, which, of course, was no help at all.

Because of this incident, the rock and the amethyst got to know each other and realized they had a lot of the same interests, like existing.

One thing led to another, and the two ended up spending the night together. The amethyst showed that it wasn’t as shy and pure as it appeared—after all, its purple color was due to iron impurities. The rock was rather reluctant to depart in the morning, but Avalanche was extremely unforgiving when it came to trip cancellations and rescheduling, and it was swept away by the next day’s melt.