The moon shone down brightly on the orange and green leaves of the forest. The surrounding trees felt like an enclosure with an endless path leading down no where. The building intensity of the distant rustling of the leaves would scare anyone who decided to go wandering around this forest. Mark ran down the path, hoping this seemingly endless journey to the tower, where he had lived for many years, would come to a close soon. He had been away from the tower, looking randomly around for something that would protect the large domain of the structure. At the break of dawn, he made it to the chipped wooden door of the altitudinous tower. Mark set his dry hands on the old wooden door with great relief and a expectation for it to open on its own.

The door left an almost silent creek. The vivid light glared in Mark's face, making him squint against the intensity of the brightness. Was the tower always this bright? The warming of the sun cast down over Mark as he looked around slowly, adjusting to the brightness. He followed the damp walkway staring at the ground as the sun glinted off the narrow path. Many of his friends that he had not seen in years quickly greeted him and walked off as Mark kept on the trail. The nostalgia of seeing his own room made him want to forget what he was doing and go lie down on his bed, probably full of dust. In front of him stood the library. Mark had always missed the fresh air of the tower. He took a step forward and the old door slid to the side.

The soft library carpet was lathered with dust but still gave Mark some sort of comfort as this was how it was when he left. He ran down the narrow hallway, silently reading through the binders of the books that he passed. Mark turned to a skid, realising that he had seen what he needed. He dropped down running his finger across the old crusty binders of the books. He picked up one, barely able to distinguish what it said. The thin font was printed “Ancient Defences, 1590”. “That long ago?” Mark exclaimed silently to himself. No. He must have read it incorrectly. Then again, it did say ancient. He got up and flipped through. Most of the pages did not explain anything except for the one page at the back, reading: "The defence lies in the stone". The location will be marked on a map. The rest was in writing that mark would not be able to distinguish. He grabbed the book, then ran out into the forest.

What good is something if you can’t find it? Mark would have had to meander aimlessly around just looking for the map. He pushed his horse forward, making sure he stayed on the path. Years ago, Mark had been told the tower was in danger. He then set out to look for some sort of protection for the tower. The quote from the book was that the "Defence lies in the stone". That meant that he was going to have to find a stone to get the map. The forest was now behind him. He readied himself for his first stop.

Mark rode down across the valley. His idea was to go to Greystone and then look around the library there. He hoped that there would be a clue leading to another place where he could find the protection. For hours he sat on his horse drawing in energy from the light around him that was slowly reduced to darkness. The warmth of it gave of energy. Every hero at the tower could do this.

The sun shone down over the small town in the distance revealing a narrow path most likely made by the villagers a while back. Mark led his horse down the narrow road, constantly checking around for any passages or old libraries. Ahead of him stood an old but good conditioned building. Mark pulled his horse beside the building and slowly dismounted. The wooden floorboards creaked loudly, making Mark jump. Turning at a corner, he noticed a hidden door. Mark turned finding himself weaving down the old wooden stairs. Something didn’t feel right. At the bottom, the floor was old and dusty, ridden with noisy creaks. Mark turned and saw something that hadn’t been seen in years. Lightfire. He reached out trying to touch what was in front of him, trying to get a hold of it. It felt warm. It would soothe what ever was touching it, warming the body with heat but also gentleness. Unanticipatedly, the floor beneath Mark's feet began to rumble and in front of him there lay an old map.

Beneath Mark, the floor still rumbled, shaking everything around him. He grabbed the map and the lightfire and ran. The immense pressure of the shaking made more than a creak in the floor. Mark weaved around, the narrow walls slowly caving in, ready to crush anyone immediately who was inside the building. He pushed past the wall and opened the door, quickly checking if anyone was inside. He ran to his horse standing next to the sinking library. Mark pushed his horse quickly out of town while holding the map and lightfire. In the distance, the Library slowly sank into the ground.

Mark found the nearest town to him and lay in the tall grass, trying to decipher the position of the marked location on the map. Getting up, he climbed on top of his horse, ready to leave. Supposedly, the map pointed to the water. However, it would not be that easy. It meant the cliffs. The orange-ish yellow sun glinted down over the grassy plains as Mark travelled. The water meant the lake by the blue cliffs.

As Mark approached the blue cliffs, a sense of unease washed over him. The cliffs were known to be the home of a fierce dragon, rumored to guard a treasure hidden deep within its lair. Mark knew he had no choice but to face the dragon if he wanted to uncover the ancient protection for the tower. Steeling himself, he urged his horse forward, determined to retrieve the defense no matter the cost.

As Mark reached the entrance to the dragon's lair, he could feel the heat radiating from within. The dragon's presence loomed large, casting a shadow over the rocky cliffs. With a deep breath, Mark dismounted his horse and stepped inside, the lightfire trembling in his hand. The dragon's eyes gleamed with malice as it emerged from the shadows, its scales glinting in the dim light.

The dragon let out a deafening roar, its fiery breath scorching the ground beneath Mark's feet. But Mark stood his ground, clutching the lightfire tightly. With a determined look in his eyes, he raised the lightfire high, its warm glow pushing back against the dragon's flames.