In the silent aftermath he heard a gurgle of water. He was dusty and dirty from the rock explosion and the splashing of the water beckoned him. Water emerged from an opening high overhead and gently cascaded down the rocks to form a pool. He leaned over and splashed the water over his face letting its refreshing coolness linger. A few drops fell from his hands and formed rings in the water. Sliding his hands down his face he peered into the clear pool. What's this? At first he thought his eyes played a trick on him and then he looked again. Gradually the entire valley below came into focus as if he possessed the sight of a dragon.

He could clearly see every farm down to the trees planted in the orchards! He stepped back and his eyes went to the golden throne elevated above the pool of water. One could sit upon the throne and look into the water surveying the land below. He walked over to admire its workmanship. Gently his long thin fingers touched the markings etched into its massive arms; the same mysterious symbols that covered Stonecavern's walls. The embedded gems sparkled in the fire light invitingly. He stepped onto the stone platform and sat down. It fi t him perfectly. Rubbing his hands over the arm rests he marveled at how seamlessly his gems blended into the gold.

Master craftsmanship or dragon power? Either way he felt an unequaled power of transformation radiate from the magnifi cent piece. Could he use this power to transform his thoughts to his evil intent?.