The Gleaming Stone

The Gleaming Stone

A small rocky island rises out of the swampy Boglach Creige Glas, aproximately 20 miles west of the west coast of Loch Soillier. Near the center of this rocky island stands a unique tall stone, unlike any of the surrounding stones.

The Gleaming Stone stands like a jewel half-sunken in sorrow, its surface smooth as glass but alive with faint, shifting light—as though it reflects not the sun, but thoughts. Those who linger near it hear whispers just beneath the edge of hearing, voices that speak in questions rather than answers. Some claim the light within the stone mirrors mortal desires, brightening with curiosity, dimming with fear. Others insist it records the moment a choice is made, storing the echo of each fate it witnesses.

The learned name it a Gift of the Autumn Court, a vessel through which their distant Watcher observes the tangled skein of mortal destiny. Yet shrines raised to it never last long. For every traveler who claims to have glimpsed great truth in its depths, another vanishes, leaving only a dull reflection in the stone’s shining face. It is said that prophecy is the Watcher’s game—and every question asked of the Gleaming Stone is a thread pulled from one’s own unraveling.