Salvania gazed at the gem with great curiosity. The gem was roughly the size of a grown man's fist, it looked as though it had been moulded into a perfect sphere, and it had grooves that ran throughout the gem and converged to make a symbols that the queen did not recognize.
"What is this?" She asked her husband.
"It is the Metsiash, the stone that transformed the great king- our ancestor. For centuries it slept here and has been kept safe by the first-born son of the royal crown." Trebor walked over to the gem and layer his hand on the stone. It glowed gently at the touch of the king. "This stone must never leave this land, for once the stone leaves the boundaries, all those who have its power within their blood will die."
"Then how does Lord Sharfteh know where the stone is?" Sylvania asked.
"He does not know yet." The king and queen turned toward Seoden, but he had already pulled out his sword and slit the throat of the king. The queen screamed, but there was no one to hear her and, like her husband, she perished.
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