The Stone

Follow me.

I'm sorry I frightened you.

Watchers have learned to fear Men.

“Then why are you helping us?”

The Creator formed us

on the second day.

The Day He made the heavens.

We watched over Adam and Eve.

Saw their frailty and their love.

And then we saw their fall.

And we pitied them.

We were not stone then, but light.

It was not our place to interfere.

Yet we chose to try and help mankind.

And when we disobeyed The Creator,

He punished us.

We were encrusted by your world.

Rock and mud shackled our fiery glow.

Still, we taught Mankind all we knew of Creation.

With our help, they rose from the dust, became great and mighty.

But then they turned our gifts to violence.

Only one Man protected us.

Your grandfather Methuselah.

We were hunted. Most of us killed.

Those who lived were left prisoners in these stony shells, marooned upon this barren land.

We begged The Creator to take us Home.

But He was always Silent.

And now you claim that you have heard His call.

Samyaza cannot accept this.

A Man?

When it is men who broke the world.

But I look at you and I see a glimmer of Adam again.

The Man I Knew.

The Man I came to Help.