I collect my thoughts and continue to focus upon the task ahead; I search for the light that marks my escape. As the glimmer of light turns into a beacon, I stand up and exit my solitude and I am ready to face my fears. As I step outside of the cave I realize that it is dusk; the moon is full and the air is crisp. I look around and try to get hold of my bearings; I am high atop the Golbotros Mountains and I can see King Mords castle in the distance. King Mord is large despicable man with dark features whose name invokes fear in all beings of moral standings. For centuries his family boded evil and continue to threaten all of mankind; it is this curse that I can not escape. His empire stands as an ominous fortress built atop of the Golbotros Mountains for all men to see; these are the same mountains that I gazed upon from my home in Nicosta. The Golbotros Mountains separated my home from the rest of the world. They are the same mountains that I was told never to climb. Now, I embrace them; for they are an escape from the village that I would never be able to return to.