Something sends a shudder through your body as you're out exploring the forest near your home. Rumors of more spirits wandering the world stream through your mind for a moment, but you brush the thoughts from your head with a shake of your mane.
Eventually, you come to a grove of unusual trees. Something about their shape scratches at the back of your mind like a distant memory, shapeless, but familiar. You cautiously venture between the dark trees, coming to a clearing. The sight that meets your eyes is new, but somehow a name bubbles to the surface of your mind: the Seven Stones.
The old dusty stones haven't seen a soul in a decade or longer. They shine dully in the afternoon light. Set in the stones are ornaments, spheres of carved glass with words from a lost language etched into the front. In the center atop a single pillar of rock a slightly larger teal orb hovers faintly.
Magic hasn’t died out of this shrine despite its age. Surrounding the centerpiece are six more glass spheres ranging in color from swirls of pink and purple, fiery red and orange, bright gold, forest green, sickly white, and icy blue. You take one gentle pawstep towards the stones, and the feeling of static builds in the air, setting your whiskers on end. The light reflecting in the orbs grows brighter, and it’s almost as if a little voice is begging you to come closer, to touch one of the stones before leaving…
➤ Take a moment to examine all of the stones more closely
➤ Touch the large teal stone
➤ Touch the soothing pink and purple stone
➤ Touch the fiery red and orange stone
➤ Touch the warm golden stone
➤ Touch the forest green stone
➤ Touch the sickly white stone
➤ Touch the icy blue stone