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Chapter 3:

It's not a stone. What is it?

After a bit of silent mourning for her mother, Zyna continued on, kicking up leaves as she went. Not long after she began she uncovered something extraordinary. She leaned down to get a better look at the marvelous round object.

"Now there's something you don't see every day." she thought aloud. "And it's polished." She bent down to pick up the shiny, purple rock. The was big so it would take a lot of strength to pick up. So, bracing herself, she yanked up the stone and flew back, into a tree because it was so light. "That is soooo not a stone." The 'stone' made a hollow ringing sound when she tapped it, so, obviously, it was hollow. Zyna wondered what could possibly be inside the walls of this rock case.

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"Whoa! That is so cool. Can I hold it?" said a very curious Marcov. Zyna nodded and handed the thing to him. Being a weird little person, the first thing he did was smell it. "Smells kinda smokey. And," he sniffed it again "a lot like dead leaves." Gavin rolled his eyes.

"Let me see it ya booger." He inspected it a bit more thoroughly "Yup. Definitely hollow." he said after he had tapped a few times. The he shook his head and gave it back to Zyna, "I have absolutely no idea what it could possibly be."

"Well, it has to be something." Marc chimed in trying to sound smart, but not completely succeeding. Zyna bit her cheek and furrowed her brow thinking.

"I'm gonna try to break it." And with that she strode away with it. Marc and Gavin weren't far behind. She soon found a good flat rock to put it on. Taking out her carving rock and a big rock she began chiseling and pounding. Zyna chiseled and pounded for an hour. The end result left her speechless, so she just handed it to Gavin.

He blinked a few times before remarking in a stunned voice, "Not a single scratch. ANYWHERE!?" Marcov was equally as stunned by this result.

"That's impossible! That's insane! That's . . . just . . . messed-up!" Marcov exclaimed while walking around in circles.

"This is weird." was the first thing Zyna said on the matter. She had an idea, but wasn't really sure of it. Her thoughts were interrupted by a low rumbling coming from Gavin's direction. His face went red with embarrassment.

"I guess it's time for dinner." Everyone nodded in agreement.

In less than fifteen minutes, Zyna came back with a three legged fawn. The boys were astonished. "That's a rare find." one of them blurted.

"Attacked by a wolf,. The best thing I could do for it was end its misery" The others agreed. They ate their dinner in silence, obviously thinking about the stone-thing.

" I wonder if it's even possible to break that thing." They all snapped out of their thoughts as she said this. Zyna bit her cheek and started to think again. That is she would have started thinking, if the annoying boy named Marcov hadn't interrupted her mid-thought.

"Why do you always do that?"

"Do what?" Zyna answered, slightly confused.

"Why do you always twist-up your face when you think?" Zyna raised an eyebrow and shrugged.

"I dunno." Then she looked at the purple rock and spoke her thoughts aloud, "Maybe it's an egg of some sort."

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The blade was a lovely crimson-red, like his beast.

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