Wide eyed and breathless, he watched as the stone surfaces changed to flowing garments and unfurled to reveal six humanoid creatures of various sizes cloaked in hooded capes. Six pairs of ember eyes glowed yellow at him with the light from his flashlight.
ÒEmberoks!Ó He whispered.
ÒA man!Ó two astonished voices replied.
ÒSee, I told you!Ó said another. ÒMen are not just in stories.Ó
He reached out to touch Kristofer who instinctively drew back, ÒA real man.Ó
ÒA human, to be sure.Ó
The strange creature stood at KristoferÕs height. He wore a dull cloak having the appearance of weathered rock. His probing, penetrating eyes glowing yellow from the flashlight seemed to search every dark corner of KristoferÕs soul. Only the peace, the soothing calm of his voice made his gaze bearable. ÒA man? Perhaps.Ó
KristoferÕs embarrassment frowned at the EmberokÕs judgment. He liked these creatures better in GrandpaÕs stories.