The year 1400. The medieval times had just ended, Price had just retired as a knight. His glory days over, he decided to have a quiet life.

Up in the forests, in his little cottage, he enjoyed the peaceful life, no more fighting, no more war. Just him and the forest.

Price hummed quietly as he chopped wood next to his cottage, raising his homemade axe and bringing it down on chunks of wood. The chilly winter breeze hit his skin time to time, it was almost winter. He had made sure to get a lot of stock and wood for the coming cold season.

A whistling sound caught his attention as he raised his axe again, pausing and looking up, a loud crash made him whip around in the direction of the loud sound, frowning in confusion. Still gripping his axe tightly, he approached the place the sound came from. Halfway through, the area looked like something large had crashed into it, trees were bent large holes in the ground and.. scorch marks..?

Price gripped his axe tighter, the further he went, the more scorch marks littered the area until he stopped at a large clearing, trees were broken and bent, scratches and still fresh fire littered the area, in the centre of the clearing.. a black, oval shaped rock lay there. Price almost felt his heart leap out his throat “What in the gods..” He barely managed to murmur