Stonecavern (ePub)

In the silent aftermath he heard a gurgle of water. He was dusty and dirty
from the rock explosion and the splashing of the water beckoned him.
Water emerged from an opening high overhead and gently cascaded down
the rocks to form a pool. He leaned over and splashed the water over his
face letting its refreshing coolness linger. A few drops fell from his hands
and formed rings in the water. Sliding his hands down his face he peered
into the clear pool.
Whats this? At first he thought his eyes played a trick on him and then he
looked again. Gradually the entire valley below came into focus as if he
possessed the sight of a dragon. He could clearly see every farm down to
the trees planted in the orchards!
He stepped back and his eyes went to the golden throne elevated above
the pool of water. One could sit upon the throne and look into the water
surveying the land below. He walked over to admire its workmanship.
Gently his long thin fingers touched the markings etched into its massive
arms; the same mysterious symbols that covered Stonecaverns walls. The
embedded gems sparkled in the fire light invitingly. He stepped onto
the stone platform and sat down. It fi t him perfectly. Rubbing his hands
over the arm rests he marveled at how seamlessly his gems blended into
the gold. Master craftsmanship or dragon power? Either way he felt an
unequaled power of transformation radiate from the magnifi cent piece.
Could he use this power to transform his thoughts to his evil intent?