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What was that green light? What caused it? Dantan became curious and decided
to walk towards that occasional greenish reflection. But, what the heck..?
The closer he came, the more he felt a kind of vibration! Just a glimpse of
a vibration. And was it just in his head, was it in his soul? Was it the
entire ground? Dantan couldn't say.
He stepped forward. One step. Another step. And a step more. The underground
cracked suddenly. Dantan looked down. Just a small branch of a tree, there
were many branches on the ground.
He reached the place where he had seen the green reflections before. But
what was here? What caused that reflection? Dantan looked around, but he saw
nothing. Not yet. He was in the middle of a small place. No trees here, just
around. And around that little open place was a number of stones, different
in size. Sometimes, the nature seemed to be able for the most unnatural
looking formations of stones, Dantan thought, and walked towards one of
these stones.
Was it a border stone? And what were these ... things ... on the stone's
surface? Carvings? Could it be...? Once, when he still was a very young boy,
Dantan heard these stories the oldest of his village used to tell small
children. When he grew older, he believed that these stories were just
nothing else than stories to excite and entertain young children. But these
stories were full of mysts and ancient glory. And many times, they contained
the name of an ancient wizard. One of the greatest wizards, and also one of
the last great heroes in the eternal fight against some elementar earth
powers. What was again the name of that wizard? Dantan closed his eyes and
tried to remember. He couldn't.
Not even important at all, he thought. He continued to look to these
carvings and tried to figure out if they were man-made or just a result of
rain, wind and other elemental powers he was not aware of. And then he saw
it! Again, a reflection! He turned his head and...
--- to be continued by everyone ---
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