I had looked all over the country of Aquia, where my village was for months, or was it years? Yet somehow, I had no trace. During all that time, I kept the stone a secret from others, in a pouch I keep around my neck with a protective shield like substance I found I could create, which would drive a person into madness over a fake future of theirs.
I kept on also noticing the stone and what seems to be it’s power. It keeps on calling, but not to me all the time. I have a feeling that it also calls to outside this planet, as strange as it seems. But while it was calling to others, I could hear some of what it was saying. Something like “war”, “saving”, “start”, stuff like that. I decided that I could try to see if it could tell me something about where my fellow townspeople were.
|I tried that, and I saw a dark fort, filling with dark energies filled with people I recognized. “Zeliga!” I whispered to myself. It was the country of the dark elementals. I didn’t know where the fort was, but at least I knew which country they were in. And so I headed in that direction. To Zeliga.|