Rumors of a strange artifact in the southern coast had been valuable information. Rare items spoted by those too wary to venture in their depths or dangers. For a price, a few were sold, and this one was of the strange locations that had been for a bid. The note detailed further, towards burnt earth scattered like steps. The tall grass and marshy lands certainly were scorched.
Scattered, through the land, even past the water into the sand, near the beach. The small craters would lead the way to the holder of strange coat. Dark as night, yet radiating with a soft magenta glow its fabric was grasped within a burning grip.
A massive stone golem, with a core of lava. Running through its body like veins it softly burned. Its hands hold only a slight hint of its warm as it slightly smoldered the edge of the cape. His muddled color of stone that had been weathered for thousands of, if not a million, years. The golem could not have been of that age, but its stone was ancient. Its expression carried a slight hint of its warmth, of its remanent passion.
It sat, the water softly licking it, the salty liquid singeing as it splashed its back. The holes around it burned so hot some of the sand had turned to glass, and some of them even held the ash of what seemed to bother it. Its' expression was calm, however, its' body unmoving. Its soul seemed vacant, yet the faint glow of warmth that emanated from it seemed to pulse. Day or night, as the earth's motions continued it stayed. Waiting for those that would approach it.
Scattered, through the land, even past the water into the sand, near the beach. The small craters would lead the way to the holder of strange coat. Dark as night, yet radiating with a soft magenta glow its fabric was grasped within a burning grip.
A massive stone golem, with a core of lava. Running through its body like veins it softly burned. Its hands hold only a slight hint of its warm as it slightly smoldered the edge of the cape. His muddled color of stone that had been weathered for thousands of, if not a million, years. The golem could not have been of that age, but its stone was ancient. Its expression carried a slight hint of its warmth, of its remanent passion.
It sat, the water softly licking it, the salty liquid singeing as it splashed its back. The holes around it burned so hot some of the sand had turned to glass, and some of them even held the ash of what seemed to bother it. Its' expression was calm, however, its' body unmoving. Its soul seemed vacant, yet the faint glow of warmth that emanated from it seemed to pulse. Day or night, as the earth's motions continued it stayed. Waiting for those that would approach it.