Chapter 14: Interpreting History

A person wearing a long, flowing cloak came out of the darkness. His voice had an aura of ancient authority, albeit his face was still hidden by a cowl. "Who are you?" John gripped the rifle tighter out of reflex as he ordered. "I am the guardian," the figure said, resonating in his voice. "And you have come a long way to find what you seek." Marie felt a feeling of comfort sweep over her. The guardian was a protector rather than an adversary. But John was still cautious. His voice was tense as he said, "Why did you lead us here?" "The guardian elucidated that the stone selects its wielder." "You appear to have been selected, little John. However, you must comprehend its heritage before you may use its power." He pointed to the paintings on the walls, which started to shimmer and flow, displaying images from the past. Marie gazed in wonder as the paintings showed a society driven by the Phoenix Stone that was awash in wisdom and peace. But shortly, the visuals turned into