The shallow panel slid creakily along it's path. A small hand held an object warm and solid to the touch. To look at the tiny, round, clear and green orb made one uneasy and anxious.
Some called it the "Angel Stone." The orb was very old and older still were the many legends about it's origins. Many myths have been told about the mysterious stone. All seemed to hold some truth but none were true.
Green light glowed eerily between each small finger that held the orb. Behind the panel appeared a small tripod with swirling figures of lions, dragons and dancing Centaurs. The figures seemed to dance with a will of their own.
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