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I know I shouldn't, but...

[alt_sirius]

Once, many and many a year ago, there was a boy who lived with his mother and father and two small brothers in a comfortable yeoman farmer's cottage nestled beside the wall of a great lord's estate. For many generations, the father's fathers had served the lord faithfully, and always they had prospered and lived in peace.

It was said that the boy's earliest grandfather, so many grands ago, had saved his liege lord's life. In exchange, the legends told, the lord had given the man two precious gifts: title to the land on which his cottage stood and a great, finely wrought stone infused with magic that the lord promised would protect the family so long as they possessed it. The faithful yeoman made it the capstone of a new gateway arch through which all who entered his yard must pass, and many believed that no harm could come to the family so long as the stone remained in place. Others claimed that so long as the family kept possession of the stone, there would always be an heir to inherit the father's land. And so it proved, for many and many a peaceful year. In each generation, the fathers served their lords faithfully, and the family lived and thrived, untroubled by any misfortune.