In the silent aftermath he heard a gurgle of water. He was dusty and dirtyfrom the rock explosion and the splashing of the water beckoned him.Water emerged from an opening high overhead and gently cascaded downthe rocks to form a pool. He leaned over and splashed the water over hisface letting its refreshing coolness linger. A few drops fell from his handsand formed rings in the water. Sliding his hands down his face he peeredinto the clear pool.Whats this? At first he thought his eyes played a trick on him and then helooked again. Gradually the entire valley below came into focus as if hepossessed the sight of a dragon. He could clearly see every farm down tothe trees planted in the orchards!He stepped back and his eyes went to the golden throne elevated abovethe pool of water. One could sit upon the throne and look into the watersurveying the land below. He walked over to admire its workmanship.Gently his long thin fingers touched the markings etched into its massivearms; the same mysterious symbols that covered Stonecaverns walls. Theembedded gems sparkled in the fire light invitingly. He stepped ontothe stone platform and sat down. It fi t him perfectly. Rubbing his handsover the arm rests he marveled at how seamlessly his gems blended intothe gold. Master craftsmanship or dragon power? Either way he felt anunequaled power of transformation radiate from the magnifi cent piece.Could he use this power to transform his thoughts to his evil intent?