The Stone's Secret...

​​After his visit to the cave to make sure his Dragon's Heart stone was still connected to the Realm,  Aralt sat down to enjoy his tea back in his room.  His mind continued to drifted back to the past when he first heard the mind talk of a Dragon.  ​​"It's been so many years since I have heard their mind talk," he mumbled to himself. 

​"Returning back here is certainly opening up the memories," he thought as he slightly shook his head from side to side.  "Also who would have thought what this stone could do?"

His first memory was when he had just put the stone in a locket and was admiring how it looked when he was summoned to a Dragon Clan meeting.  "Forming the clan was one of my better plans," he smiled as he congratulated himself.  "Having the Dragons actually listen to the clan helped make them so much more controllable."  Picking up the locket once again he decided, "Maybe I'll just wear the locket to the meeting.  What's the worst that can  happen?"

As Aralt entered the clan circle, (which is now located behind the Baron's mansion), as most of the Dragons were too big to enter a building, he started to hear voices in his head.  At first it puzzled him and he turned his head  looking around to see who was talking.  There were only a few Dragons there watching him, but nobody else.  Figuring he must be hearing things, he sat on one of the lower stones that they used for seats and waited for the clan elders to arrive.

As he was waiting, the talking he heard earlier started again but no one was there - except for the Dragons!  It was then that he remembered the voices sounded like the golden Dragon who took his friend, the Dragonet, away when he was first learning about Runes.  As he continued to sip his tea, Aralt's memory was coming back to him just like it happened that day.

"They are mind talking with each other!" realized Aralt.  "How can I hear them when I couldn't before?  I have been with the Dragons for years now and this is first time I can hear them talking to each other with just their thoughts."  Aralt thought about it for a minute and then realized the only thing different about him was the locket he carried.  "I've got to find out."  Taking the locket and laying it on the rock where he had been sitting, he draped his cloak over it and then walked over to stand near the Dragons.  "Nothing.  Not a word," he muttered to himself.  "Now back to the locket and we will see."  Casually he strolled back to the locket and touched it.  Clearly he heard the Dragons still talking to each other.  It had to be the power of the stone in the locket.  The Dragon Heart stone!

It did not take long before Aralt realized the possibilities of the stone.  He could hear what the Dragons were saying to each other and they didn't seem to know he could hear them... but it wasn't until he was gifted the corolla that his real power was to be reached.

Just as Aralt finished his tea he decided he had enough of walking down memory lane and needed some sleep before he met with the council.  "That little stone was my first taste of real power," he mused as he magically wiped clean his cup and put it down on the saucer.​