The Stone Of Prophecy

r rolled in the distant skies as the storm crept closer, its shadow blackening the horizon.

eyes fixed on the monolithic stone that rose from the earth like the tip of a buried mountain. No one else

surface. Cold. Always cold, even in summer. But

breath caught. The stone h

ele

wraith. Her name was Lira his friend since childhood, one of th

loak tighter. Her golden hair was damp from the

ed with something between fear and awe. "It's waking up, Lira. I felt it. The stone

He paused. "It b

de her

d in the heavy silence, the stone's surface shimmered faint

ll someone," L

believe us. They'll think I touched

ink it's final

arply. "What

ne of Prophecy an ancient relic said to choose a Seer when the world edges toward ruin. The stone wa

've had dreams," he admitted. "Flashes, mostly. A tower o

he visions," she said. "The woman with

that made the very stone tremble. The monolith flared with a s

sil

again. The mist had thickened, muffling the world

ne had

s base to its peak, pulsing soft

t his better judgment, he reach

he didn't

lt "p

d suddenly he was not

nless sky, streaked with fire and shadow. In the distance, a mo

e ground pulsed beneath his feet.

ee

are

ose

rom all directions. They echoed in his mi

here?" h

o

see wha

find th

true

obes, its face hidden beneath a veil of gold, the

And the end. The worl

rything

breath. He was back on the hill. Lira

d the stone and just vanished for a mome

ing. "It... it showed me some

grimly. "The

ve se

in drawings. In prophecy b

stone. The fissure still

e me," he said,

ve to go," L

ed at he

cy. If that was a vision... it wa

e at last, rain swept over the hills in silver

now where

. "That's what it means

te the storm, he felt clearer than he ever had before. S

. He didn't yet know of the assa

all had b

en had a