The golden man entered the clearing axe in hand. He was tired and worn. Flicking his wrist he tossed the axe into a log . The sound resounded across the valley.
His thoughts wandered as he loosened his sheath and belt. Walking into the cabin he immediately noticed the missing girl. The only emotion given to her disappearance was a low grunt and turn of his jaw. It was only a matter of time before the bird grew wings . His brown eyes started to glow a golden color. The wind picked up and lightning darted across the sky. Concern grew this wasnt right. A dank smell filled the air. With a heavy sigh he pulled at his sword yanking it from the sheath . It started to glow and lit with brilliant flames. A small smile tugged at his lips . Everything was as it should be . Tucking his sword safely away he glanced around the darkening room. Coals glowed casting shadows. He went to his bed of furs and rustled the blanket searching. The box was gone. First thought was angry ones but didn't have time to be caught up in feelings. That stone wasn't a trinket he knew because he had found the box and its items hidden in his mothers sacred collections. Oddly the handwriting was his but he couldn't recollect any memories linked with this box. Shaking himself back to the present he kicked the door open and set off to find the little birdie. That girl better keep herself from getting killed was the last thing that went through his mind.