Legends tell of Kyrix, the ancient sorcerer who created obnoxious toys, but his reputation shot right up from "Why?" to "Decent" when he created the Resurrection Stone before his death to prove his worth. Buried with him, grave robbers took the stone, but Kyrix's spirit was too strong to let this happen to his dignity. Thus, he placed a curse on the stone, giving the possessors of the stone an early demise of three days and two nights after possessing it. Unfortunately for Kyrix, the robbers sold the stone to a king before their death. The king, and soon his kingdom, fell to raiders. One raider discovered the stone, and he buried it into the ground somewhere. Once the raider died, Kyrix's spirit was depressed, hoping that one day someone would return the stone to him. He waited until one thousand years later, when someone said they'd go looking for it.
"Or, at least I think that's how it works..." Professor Birch said.
"That's your idea?" I said. Read Tales in Sinnoh and Hail Cyrus respectively if you haven't.
"I believe so."
"How recently was this published?"
"Fourteen days ago."
"Let me see that." I grabbed the book. "Who is this someone?"
"The epilogue says that the person would wish to remain anonymous."
"I'll respect that. I'm just worried about that kind of things someone could do with that power. I looked back and saw Cyrus's corpse on the Spear Pillar. A tinge of guilt punched me in the gut.
"Don't worry. Things will get better." Birch put his hand on my shoulder. I looked at my watch. 8:34, sunset.
"I need to go. I'll see you in six months!" I grabbed my things and left. I looked behind me, and saw Professor Birch looking at me, then closing the door.