For years the strange crystal had lane against his chest, under his shirt.  It was, his great aunt said, his legacy, though she could or would not tell him why.  Douglas reached down and patted the crystal again, for reassurance. Surely he was here for a reason?<br/><br/>He stood on the edge of a stone ring, on the highlands of Scotland.  The ancient stones were worn by time and looked as old as time itself.  He had come here, drawn by his strange nightly dreams.  There had been no choice, but to do so.  For years now the dreams had come, but in recent months they had come closer together, guiding him here to Scotland, to this village and to this stone ring.  There had to be an explanation.<br/><br/>Douglas was a tall fellow, with solid shoulders and the build of a swimmer.  He was dressed in jeans, hiking boots and a checkered button down shirt.  His dark brown hair hung loosely around his shoulders, framing a handsome, clean shaven face.  On his back was a hiker's pack, with a sleeping bag and a small one man tent.  This pack had seen him around the world, following his dreams, until his dreams had lead him here.<br/><br/>He walked forward into the standing stones, and his crystal started to hum.  Pulling it out from his shirt, Douglas stared at it, as it started to sparkle, despite the foggy Scottish morning.  The crystal definitely was home here.  He strode to the middle of the stones, to the low stone altar, and nervously removed the crystal from around his neck.<br/><br/>Ten years of strange dreams were about to come to fruition.  Ever since he had received his legacy, from crazy Aunt Penelope, and his dreams had started.  He wondered if, after today, his dreams would leave him at peace.  Placing the pulsing crystal on the altar he stepped back, to wait what would happen next.<br/><br/>For a long time nothing happened, except that the crystal continued to hum and  glow.  After awhile though, the stone altar seemed to quiver and then hum along with the crystal, in a deeper  voice.  Next the standing stones started in, with a base harmony.  Douglas almost ran out of the ring, but managed to stand his ground.  The sky grew darker as the humming stones and crystals became louder and louder.  Finally, storm clouds formed over head and a steady rain started to fall.  Douglas looked up and saw lightening playing across the sky.  The crystal was as bright as a star now, glowing in the gloom.  There was a cracking sound, like thunder, but louder and the stone altar split in half.  The crystal fell into the crack.<br/><br/>Douglas ran forward and reached into the crack between the stone pieces of the altar, and managed to catch the crystal before it became lost.  A strange light came up from the crack in the stone.