A Stone Sets Out for Its Origins

Tiny walks the world to learn what he was before he was a stone giant. He woke as a chunk of rock with no memory of the hand that shaped him. Every guess he makes at his beginning sounds as likely as the last: a heel chipped off a golem, a shard swept out of a gargoyle-sculptor's workshop, a piece of Garthos's Oracular Visage.

The question drives him. He hunts for his origins, for parents, for a people, and no road has yet given him an answer. The roads give him something else.

Wind and rain wear other rocks down to sand; on Tiny they pile stone on stone, and every journey leaves him larger than the one before.