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Stepping off the boat, he caught a stink so ugly it made him immediately gag loudly. "Apparently people in these parts don't believe in batheing!" He said loudly to himself. Stepping off the dock he shook his head in horror and stepped over a passed out drunk to meet his carriage. "Ying-Pow's the name" A sharply dressed young man extended his hand in greeting. "Are you the driver they sent for me?" He asked wearily. "Yes sir! That I am, and if you'll step this way please I'll take care of your bags". The cantankerous old man slowly sat in the carriage making himself comfortable for his long journy up the twisting roads to the summit of the mountain. The summit where the monestary... and the reason for his trip so far away from his library sit waiting for him. "The last whole Onyx stone!" he said to himself. "How remarkable if it's actually true" Pond often dreamed of the stone, and it's power. As a child he dreamed of marbles, and finding an Onyx stone in his marble bag. Once he had seen a stone in an old Shaman's tomb while on a hunt in the jungle, which had a face carved into it representing a black stone with an evil spirit sitting high on a mountain. His life's work was about documenting history and cataloging in the museum late at night. To Pond, this was the high point of his career, but he could not know what he was in for. The air was thin that late afternoon when Pond arrived at the monestary. The monks all appeared to drag themselves along, dark bags under their eyes. One had a sense that they were being watched at all times, high up in this stone fortress. These zombie monks kept a close eye on things. "I was sent for by the head Monk" Pond explained to the monk at the gate, but he just stared back blankly as though Pond weren't even there. Pushing the gate gently the monk moved aside wordlessly and allowed pond to enter, Pond made his way through the monestary silently, feeling watched. Arriving in a grand hall, Pond saw a great black orb sitting on a pedestal. "My... it's larger than I imagined" he said to himself slowly walking towards it. Completely fixated on the Onyx he ignored the rest of the room, filled with treasures, art, and books from all over the world. Strangely no one guarded these treasures or this powerful stone. "Pond, I sent for you myself." Pond was shocked! Could it be? Was this stone talking to him? "Pond you must listen, You know of my power, I know of your fascination with me." Pond listened intently, after all it was the Last Onyx Stone. "Pond you must spy on Lasahn, and tell me Buyan troop movements". Frightened into paralysis he slowly lost consciousness... When Pond awoke he found himself laying in his bed back in Buya, as though he had never left. He continued his work as though the trip had never happened. Days went by while Pond slaved away, ink stains on his finger tips, writing down, translating, filing away. He tried to shove the dream to the back of his mind but everytime he heard news over a cup of Moon wine he would wince at the thought of it falling into the wrong hands. Until one day some one asked him about his trip to the north mountains, Pond remembered it wasn't a dream and suddenly felt very scared. He now realized that he had played an unwitting spy to the will of the Onyx... would an army come and destroy Buya? Could he remove this evil curse from his brain? Only time would tell... -The end? -Plagued | |