He stared at it now. Stared in awe. Anything that could run had long run away from it. Anything that couldn't was long dead. It was a rock it seemed. A huge one. The crater it had formed upon impact was hot, still he trudged forward, slowly in inching towards it, his dagger of sharpened stone forever near his reach.
He stood infront of it now. And he reached. It was warm. Very warm. A huge contrast seeing as it had been engulfed in flames a while ago. It's was comfortable too. Very comfortable. He couldn't help it anymore. His eyes felt drowsy, the cold wind blew, sleep crept up, reaching towards, caution and vigilance screaming to wake him up. But sleep won this battle. And so sleep he did.
He woke up. The drowsiness lifting from his eyes but still present. He felt different. Good different. Stronger different. Better different. He raised his eyes towards the sky to stare at the little light and the moon. What he saw amazed him. Once more he marveled. He saw them, a whole lot more little lights, a whole lot more colors too. He felt his eyes had become better for he was sure that those lights had always been there, his eyes somehow unable to see them. He brought his eyes down to the forest. He could see farther now. If just focused he could see. The animals that had run had come back. A small number had come back. He could hear them, they were far from him, many steps away but he could hear them, smell them, almost taste it too.
He sniffed the air. Felt the cold air breeze, finally he looked down, the stone was no longer. Only a small pebble remained. A purplish glow enthused all over it. He picked it up. He had to find a place to lay his head, because sleep was rearing its head again.