Ten thousand years have gone
Since the guarding of the stone.
Many sordid battles were fought
And all ended with scattered bones.

It is written that only one with a pure heart
May lift the stone without swift death.
It is guarded by the eldest magic
Which captivate our souls and rob our breath.

Now, however, it is concealed underground.
It was hidden after the many battles and nearly forgotten.
But the Alcapye, ancient guardians of the stone,
Had since passed their knowledge beyond the Great Mountain.

Over the seas and through the jungles,
You'll come at last to what may become your tomb.
In the forsaken desert of the Alcapye,
There it lies: be it our hope or our doom!

It is set in a sacred chest of golden yew
Waiting for the heart that can set it free.
It was marked by the Alcapye,
So only the Chosen One may see.

Eleven days you'll have to seek,
And behold the enchanted stone.
Call upon the Alcapye to guide you
And to you your path be shown.

You shall begin your quest at dawn.
We'll hope it will not be permanent.
You shall have power beyond measure
If you possess the Stone of Judgment.

If you should fail to retrieve the stone,
Say, 'Farewell' to all those you know.
The Earth shall crumble.
The Earth shall fall.
From a majestic war from every foe.

Written by:
Andrew D. Robertson