The lush green grass, and the burble of the stream. The smell of the damp dirt. These were all the things I loved about the forest. Every Sunday, I'd go out into the Magical Bush Pines to marvel in the beauty of the woods. It wasn't just the beauty that attracted me there though, there was something almost magical about the place. One Sunday, on the 5th of June, I felt particularly attached to the grove. The forest hummed with life, and I looked about, gazing through the green canopies of trees. Rays of sunlight broke through the cracks between the leaves, and birds sang their sweet songs. I strolled along, feeling the overgrown roots of trees, the wildflowers, and the fallen sticks and leaves on my bare feet. This Sunday, I spotted a new cave that had gone unnoticed before. Always one for adventure, I crept in. I warily walked through the dark cave, eager to find a treasure trove, or even to just delve deeper into my beloved forest. I wandered and wandered through, and then I noticed that the ground, which had been dirt before, had now turned to stone. I looked at my feet and saw tiles made of stone, engraved with symbols of some sort. I bent down and traced my fingers along the symbols. Something clicked, and I realized they were the ancient language of Yemilan, a language well known several hundred years ago. Obviously, I couldn't read what it said, yet I assumed that this chamber was made many centuries ago. I decided to venture further into the cavern, not knowing what lay ahead. In front of me lay a vault of stone, with a large handle on the front. Though very audacious of me, I turned the handle and the door clicked open. Inside the room lay a dark blue dragon, with golden eyes and a splattering of red scales. When he saw me walk in, he opened his mouth, and fire spewed out. "Ahh!" I screamed while backing away slowly. It was only then when I realized the vault door at slammed shut. (CLIFFHANGER) Dun, dun, dunnn.
