The Journey Goes On

Before the large spiked sand-coloured stone the feeble figure of the depressed man stood, his hand caressing its smooth texture

"You've helped me survive long enough, much more than my clansmen who died to this hard land, but its time you are put to the use you were meant for, to be a tool fit for a king"

Placing his palm on the stone he used a skill unique to his race to compress the sand, a hard task with the target being such a strong treasure, but with his and the stone's synergy it was accomplishable

The spiked stone which gave off a glistening yellow glow started to dim down but other than that there wasn't really too much of an obvious change

Minutes later he removed his palm from the still stone then dragged his now even more exhausted body to the back, plunging his hand into the stone and retrieving a small spiked stone very similar to the huge one except this one was looking much more lively