Stoneheart

There was something in the stone. We all knew it: there was something wonderful inside, if we could only crack it open. But it's not an easy thing to break a stone in two, and it's harder still to keep hold of it long enough to try. I was the lucky one, in the end. I scored it with a chisel, then let all the strength I had left fall on it in one great blow. It shattered into fragments. I was half blind from it. Inside, there was nothing.