It began with a flash.
A purplish light streaked across the sky. It passed over the badlands without so much as a second glance.
It hit the planet with force, sending a shockwave through time and space, alerting all those in tune with the energy of its arrival. Somewhere, halfway across the world, a Tibetan monk looked to the ground in prayer. In the jungles of South America, a shaman closed his eyes and took a deep breath, channeling his energy into the ley lines of the Earth. A particularly sensitive woman, sitting outside of a cafe in Nice, France, put down her book for a moment, wondering what that odd sensation in her feet had been.
Many felt, but only one was called.
And so, it waited.
The earth continued to spin upon its axis, cycling through nights and days in turn... until one night.
The darkness drank the faint violet glow of the stone. There it sat, in the rocky wasteland of Big Sky Country, alone but for a single cloaked figure in its presence. It was no bigger than the palm of a hand, yet its aura extended a foot in every direction. Iridescent, shades of gold, green, and purple danced across its face. One could almost catch a glimpse of higher dimensions when gazing into its depths.
Yards away, seated in the sand, the figure shrouded in a dark purple cloak was still as a statue. Earth beneath, countless stars and the ribbon of the milky way above, alone in the desert- alone, yes, but not quite. There was another, not of this world, looking in. The cloaked figure could sense it.
This is why I was summoned.