It was their favourite shared activity, the long walks, the beautiful scenery, the peace and quiet, and the simple company of a good friend.
The air was crisp, as Jack found some stones to skim over the surface of the lake they were walking around. It was a good thirty miles, and the warm cabin waited for them once they completed the circuit.
The wind was a light zephyr breeze, but the snowy peaks and the altitude meant they were comfortable walking without getting too hot.
It was Jill who first saw the glowing stone. Fascinated by the beauty of the half buried stone. The dappled forest light made the shine shift and dance.
Scraping away, the surrounding dirt, she revealed it was bigger than she initially thought. Cupping water from the nearby stream, she washed away some of the muck. However, it was only when Jack joined in the uncovering the stone that its size became apparent.
Working together, the carried it from the bank of the stream to higher ground. Putting down on the cushioning moss, the pair exchanged a disquieting look.
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