The sound of robins singing in the trees provided early morning music for Nathan. A young teenage boy, he had short black hair that whipped backwards in the wind as he ran and bright green eyes that darted to and fro, the vibrant colors of mother nature flying by in a blur. It had been ages since he last enjoyed the feeling of running free on a crisp spring morning. He broke through the treeline, recklessly bobbing and weaving through the young saplings and large, mighty trees. In his rush, he didn't see the large oval stone that lay in the tall grass he ran through. His foot slammed into it, sending him head over heels, landing face first in the dirt. Nathan sit up, rubbing his head with his right eye closed. "Ooow..." he groaned, more out of surprise than any real pain. He stopped abruptly, spotting the reason for his fall. The stone lay near his feet, remarkably smooth for a stone laying in the woods. It sparkled where he sun hit it through the foliage of the trees above. It was so enticing... he couldn't help but reach out and touch it. It was... it was warm. Curious. Nathan picked it up, carrying it carefully out of the woods, across the field he had been running through and back to his home. A small, white colored house with a dark green roof. Placing the stone under his arm to free one hand, he opened his front door, stepped inside and brought the strange stone to his room. Using a spare throw-pillow and placing it on top of his dresser, Nathan set it down carefully before admiring his discovery.