Discovery of Steviomium
One day, young John was off exploring in a very dark deep part of the jungle and fell into a huge hole... almost like the earth had swallowed him up. Looking around he found that he was surrounded by a glowing surface. John sat there and looked about the entire room, it looked like the glowing rock went for miles and miles. Scared John climbed out of the hole using the vegitation that was hanging down and ran as far away as possible.
Curosity finally got the better of John and he went back to the small opening this time bringing a small torch, climbing down slowly into the cave he held the torch out infront of him. The glowing surface shined back the torch light and almost illuminated the entire cave for as far as his eyes could see. Unbeknownst to John, he had just discovered one of the rarest matierals on the face of earth.
Walking slowly into the cave John reached down and picked up a small shatered piece of the metal, it was cool to the touch. He moved to the wall, cautious of any activity around him, he used the piece like a pencil and slowly cut a line into the wall. Amazed by this John started to craft little symbols and signs, laughter filled the air as he continued to play.
John continued to go back to the cave day after day, week after week, he would draw upon the walls and explore the depths of the cave. One day he grew tired of the small piece that he had and set upon to try and gather a larger piece. This proved to be very difficult, as the piece he had could not cut to deep into the wall to take a larger piece out.
Finally an idea came to him, he took the small piece he had (about the size of his index finger) and wrapped it in a small piece of cloth. Taking the wrapped piece of metal he stuck the end into his torch and held it there until he felt the heat radiate into the cloth. Dropping the torch he moved quickly to the wall and pushed with all of his strength into the metal, feeling his body slowly move towards the shiny wall he looked down. The piece of metal had not sunk into the wall, but instead the sharp edge had flattened into the wall.
Confused by this new event, John pulled the piece back and looked at the end, noticing it was smooth and flat as he ran his finger over it. Perplexed he looked around for his torch. Seeing it laying down on the floor he leaded down and picked it up.
Then another idea struck him as he flipped the piece around, placing the now flat end against his palm and the sharp end sticking out between his fingers. He slammed the metal into the hot floor, feeling it sink deep into the metal floor. He pulled the spike out of the floor and then looked at the torch, moving it back to the freshly made hole he set it back down and went and sat on a rock, watching the torch as it burned upon the metal.
He allowed some time to pass and walked back over towards the torch, noticing that the floor was kind of hot around the flame, he picked up the torch and then using the metal spike again, he slammed it into the metal, and with all of his strength started to pull the spike toward him. He then took the tool out of the grove he had now made and placed the torch back down against the floor, and went back to sit on his shiny metal rock.
This process repeated itself throughout the day, John would go to the torch, pick it up, cut and then put the torch back down. Over and over he did this until finally he was able to grab a bigger piece of hot metal from the floor... holding it in his hand in triump as he just figured out how to cut Steviomium.
