There was a stone. On a rocky beach between the sea and the mountains.
It observed… the changing seasons; the wind - sometimes gentle sometimes stormy; the water - sometimes sweet from the rain, sometimes salty from the waves; the seagulls sometimes landing on it.
Sometimes it remembered… for example, how a few seasons ago several grains of soil accumulated in its crevices and from them grew a few blades of grass.
It never wondered and it never pondered.
Until one day a travelling druid was passing by and sat on the stone to rest. The druid started telling the stone about the far away lands across the sea; about the different landscapes beyond the mountains; about people, and magic, and magical stones. And for the very first time the stone wondered...
The druid finished his tale and got up. He thanked the stone for being such a good listener… and then he smiled mischievously and asked, “Would you like to make a wish?” A wish? The stone had never wished before. But now… it realized that it did: it wanted to walk like the druid, to see those far away places... It did not even get a chance to fully experience that feeling of wanting, when the druid struck his magic wand and turned the stone into a man.
- The end -
- The end -
Hey, what happened to the stone? This cannot be the end of the stone’s tale!
Well, this is. What follows is another tale, of a man who used to be a stone.
