“Hey Jessica! What´s this?”
My sister studied at the gem that I had found in the attic. “Grandma told me about this, she said she had collected `magical` stuff over the years. They never worked so she stuffed them away. You found this one in the trunk, right?”
“Yeah, the big brown one”.
“This is the `Smoke Stone´, when held up to the a light source you should see small swirvling clouds inside.”
Holding it up against the lightbulb in the roof I couldn´t see anything moving. “Nothing”, I told my sister.
“You see, the stuff she bought never worked”.
“But what happen if I hold it up to the candle over here then? They couldn´t have had electric lightning back in the days when they created the stone”. Read more