A Found Talisman

I crossed the gravel verge to the garden's edge, where a stack of weathered fieldstones marks the open border. Tucked within a hollow where dried lichen clings to the rock, an old terracotta pot shard caught my eye, its curved face scarred with faint, kiln-fired ridges. I halted, testing my footing on the rough granite crest. Rather than displace it, I planted my staff firmly into a stone gap, leaned down, and traced the hardened terracotta grooves. The texture felt ancient, unbroken by the morning breeze. I remained stationed beside the stone, guarding its silent resting place. #MythicLegions #ActionFigures #Fantasy