The old man's breath was labored as he trekked through the desert, the even older stone that was pulsing in his hand had remained still and silent for so long that now that it was active he wasn't about to ignore it's summoning. He stopped at the base of a mountain and leaned on his staff before pulling the opal colored stone from his satchel. Holding it up to the light, he saw a young man, still a teenager though, with a mop of rather curly brown hair on his head, brown eyes, wearing a tan polo, blue jeans, and yellow work boots. Other colorful shapes surrounded him but the stone seemingly chose not to reveal what they were to him.
Lowering the stone, the old man saw that the pulsing had grown even stronger, showing that he boy was near. He gently set the stone in the bag again before setting off along the base of the mountain. As he walked closer to the other side of the mountain, he could hear voices, one sounded male and the stone jumped in it's place in the satchel but the old man was slightly puzzled at the sound of the other voices. They sounded neither human nor animal but all distinctly male.
He continued thinking on this as he walked. A small forest grew on this side and this slightly worried the man, he knew his time was nearly done, but he hadn't found the boy yet. He quickened his pace as best he could as the front of the mountain grew closer. A rustling in the bushes ahead of him drew his attention and he cautiously grabbed the stone from it's place in his satchel and smiled under his long white beard as it grew increasingly warm, like a freshly baked loaf of bread.
A boy, the same one shown through the stone, walked through the bushes with his hands in his pockets and a downcast look upon his face until he caught sight of the old man.
"Whoa, who are you? What are you doing back here? Don't you know this place is off limits?" He questioned as he quickly went over to the old man.
The man smiled at the boy and beckoned him closer, "Come, there is no time for such questions. I have searched for you a long time, you have been chosen to awaken a great warrior who's revival has long been over-due."
"M-me? B-but wha-"
"All will eventually be explained, but for now I will give you these." The old man explained as he withdrew the stone, a parchment and an intricate looking type of flute from the worn satchel at his side. He held them out to the boy, "Please, you must take them, my time has nearly come and I must see to it that the items are passed on, or the chain broken and all will be lost." He pleaded.
The boy looked at the old man nervously before gently taking the items from the mans boney hands into his own. A sigh and a content smile escaped the old man as he finally completed his task.
"Thank you my dear boy, you've made a very old man, very happy." He said to the boy before a wind began to blow and flame came from the sky and enveloped the man before it disappeared as fast as it came, taking the old man with him. The boy stood their with his jaw hanging as he stared at where the man had just been before looking at the things in his hand. The glowing stone had slowly gone cold in his hand and seemed to have shrunk a little. He slipped it into his pocket where it grew warm again but didn't pulse, and then he turned his gaze to the parchment and instrument in his hands.
On the paper, a series of notes were written, the musical type and they appeared in patterns all the way down the paper until at the bottom was a space no longer than a persons thumb and in that space a passage was written in old manuscript.
"The Warrior's Song"