The wind rushed across his face as he dived in

His bird wasn't very strong. Anamous was renowned for his speed though. He was the fastest bird in all the lands. That was why he had him. Because he was the best elf.

The water swelled up as the waves grew anew. Pieces of driftwood floated here and there. Most were blown away with Anomous' initial sweep. But the wood wasn't what he was after. The small blue shape drifting in-between what used to be two mast's.

It couldn't be; could it?

He touched the globe, and a small spark grew in his hand. His arm had warmth, something he had long forgotten.

He looked around for more, and saw one, next to a bag.

Elf Stones was written on it.