THE FOUNTAIN OF STONES
The dense forest echoed with the mysterious voice that seemed to resonate from an ancient stone, nestled in the heart of Water Creek.
Richmond raised an eyebrow at the impending figure. He has heard about the stone from his father but it was more impressive than he had imagined.
The ruby embedded within it glowed with an ethereal intensity, reacting to the presence of those who approached.
Richmond, standing beside his father Noah, marveled at the radiant red hue that enveloped the stone. It was as if the very essence of the forest responded to the voice within, creating an otherworldly aura. The voice, a spectral whisper that carried an air of ancient wisdom, spoke with familiarity.
"I have been expecting you to visit, but these days, you are scarce," it murmured, the words hanging in the air like an enchantment.
