The Medallion

Mike stared at the medallion, it wasn't moving yet his bro was sure it had, and he believed him. He wasn't sure why, but he believed him. Sky had a big imagination; he was always making things up. He liked to talk about dragons, wizards, and far of lands that he wanted to create, but the look on his face was different. He wasn't making this up. He had seen it move, and it had surprised him. Mike didn't feel any better about the box, the feeling that there was a presence inside was still there... and... it was calling to him.