Finding the Stone

Taran and I pull up to my father’s house. As we enter the house, I hear a voice, “Tru, come here. We can bring everything back the way it was!”

I give Taran an odd look, “Do you recognize that voice?”

Taran shakes his head, “No, but I hear its call.”

“Whose call?” I ask, confused.

Taran looks worried, “The stone. It is awake.”

I feel a lump in my throat, “It wants us to bring everything back.”

“Don’t Tru. We can convince it to keep things the way they are now,” Taran says in a plea.

I shake my head, “It is too late. I brought everything back when my magic awoke. There is nothing we can do.”

“I won’t lose you, Tru. You’re mine.”

The same voice whispers, “I have a plan. We need all the dragons to restore the kingdom. I know how to keep them away from you.”

Curious, I leave my room and get the stone out of its box. It is no longer black but glowing orange. Softly, I ask, “What is your plan?”

“We hide you. I will block your memories of Taran. Then you can relearn your magic, then we out t