“Ah, darn it,” Parker said. “It’s the middle of January, how is it this hot?”
Parker was almost sweating and he was lost in the woods; he was trying to run away from home; his parents were divorced and his mother was overprotective and kept him inside as if he were under house arrest. He’d always wanted to travel, to explore, maybe even change the world and be important; but he realized that was impossible indoors.
Parker was almost thinking about turning back home because of this peculiar weather; the past few days have been hot too, but he changed his mind when out of the corner of his eye, he spotted a small cabin.
A log cabin, out in the middle of the forest. Not in a clearing, just somewhere.
Observing this, Parker saw that the cabin must be abandoned and went inside, hoping to use this as a shelter.
Parker ran inside.
Strange enough, the inside of the cabin was hotter than outside. The floor creaked a little, but other than that, it was in perfectly good condition. There was even some bookshelves literally packed with books, and even stranger, at the front there was a counter with a glowing red stone.
Even though the cabin was so hot, he didn’t mind it because of that stone. It was an elliptical shape, with an almost metallic sheen, and the stone absolutely mesmerised Parker.
He didn’t know what this stone was, and he intended to figure out. He inched closer to it and touched it. At first, his hand twitched away from it, but then he held it in his hands.
It was the hottest thing he ever felt, yet he held it with ease. And with this, he concluded that the source of the abnormal heat was because of this stone.
He thought he heard a footstep; it was obvious; the floor creaked behind him, and he froze.
Who does this cabin - and this stone belong to?
What is the stone?
Parker wished he could know this without being seen as an intruder.
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