There are hills the world over full of legend and mystery. Having read books and watched shows about them all, Howard couldn’t help wishing for something legendary in the hills around his Scottish home. There probably wasn’t even a legend or mystery in this neck of the woods. Even still, he’d walk through the undulating bracken and moss rich landscape whenever he got the chance.

Upon one hill alongside a well-beaten track was the most curious of rocks. From the right side is ridges and curves gave it a look of a black panther minus the ears. If a mystery lay in these hills it was here. A rock shaped like a big cat would exist only if it guarded a secret, right?

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