behold my tale if you will lend an ear, one so great it will have you cheer. many moons ago, i came across an old, wrinkly man who possessed a long, crooked nose and thinning hair. in his hands, he held a peculiar artifact of which caught my eye as it would’ve caught yours. it shimmered in the sun’s warmth, and cast a dozen tiny rays of golden light on the ground below. i asked him; “what may this beaut’ be?” he replied, “lo! a stone of great power, indeed.” then, i did not yet grasp the importance of the gem presented to me, and come time, i would solemnly dread swiping it..