Stone Circle PROLOGUE

Rays of gentle sunlight seeped through the lichen covering of his once beautiful den, coaxing the boy outwards with the promise of warmth. What was once adorned with blossoming flowers and tidy trinkets now laid bare; haphazardly strewn about in the wake of his sickness.

He desperately needed to clean it, air it out—something as to not drown down within it. What sickness took him should of easily reduced him to a shared state. But held within the stone confines, the wilting flowers his only friends, the darkened boy waded for months, reserving what little strength he had. 

The fever, now satiated with his suffering, seemed to release him, and feeling less fatigued he ambled outwards, seeking to soak in the hot sun before cleaning.