You had ventured so long to reach this place. You remember a sense of relief after trudging through the arid badlands for days to finally see the legendary tower on the horizon. You remember your resolve to reach the top had never been stronger as you marched up to the steel doors and confidently swung them open. You also remember a sinking feeling of dread when you saw the enormous flight of stairs circling up the tower.

Suddenly this journey seemed more than it was worth and you wondered if the stories about an untold treasure at the top were even true. Before you make the decision to turn around you hear something, a faint echo of a tune coming from the top of the tower. You were very confused. None of the stories about this place mentioned it was occupied. This bizarre turn of events was too mysterious to leave alone, you took a deep breath and collected your resolve once more as you took your first steps up the tower.

It truly was a monotonous trial. You suddenly missed the desert rat hordes back outside, at least swinging your sword at them was engaging. But you pressed onward, you had come too far to give up now. You needed to find the source of that music. As you got closer to the top the music became clearer. It was a faint but melodic voice singing in tune with a harp. It was some of the loveliest music you’ve heard in your whole life, you could scarcely remember a more heavenly tune.

It became easier to focus on the tune as you continued to climb. The elegant chords made your steps seem so much lighter. Your motivation to get to the top was dwarfing any fatigue you might have been feeling near the beginning. At last you reached the top and your eyes behold a gorgeous scene. A throne room of marvelous jewels and gold relics lined up on columns all leading to the a magnificent red throne where an enchanting woman in flowing white robes sat playing a harp and harmonizing with it.

It was a truly beautiful room but no matter how tempting any of the riches in it were nothing could tear your eyes away from the lady on the throne. The woman finished playing as you walked dreamily closer towards her. She chuckled when she seemed to notice you. “You must have traveled so long to come here.” She commented. You nodded slowly in agreement, amazed that her speaking voice was just as lovely as her singing. “Well as a reward for coming all this way you may have any of the treasures that you see to take home. Although the road back is surely more treacherous than it was here, so you wish to return?”

You try to find the words to answer but they fail to come to you, your memories of home and traversing the badlands just seeming like distractions from your quest to be here. The longer you stare at her beauty the harder it becomes to answer that question. All you can think of is how you were so desperate to find out where the music was coming from. She was right, now that you were here, why would you ever want to leave?

You answer her by dropping down on one knee and pledging yourself to her. It’s so clear to you now that your entire purpose is remaining here to serve her. The woman happily accepts your kind pledge of loyalty as she waves her hand to conjure a golden magical spell. You feel yourself being lifted into the air as your armor is transformed. Gone are the clunky scratched steel and in its place are elegant white robes similar to the woman. Your sword becomes an ornate gold blade which the woman levitates onto a conveniently empty pillar.

It was perfection. You didn’t need anything else as long as you were with her, you could happily let go of everything that was necessary to serve her. Nothing you’ve ever experienced had ever felt so peaceful. “My lovely champion,” she says, “with you by my side I’ll be able to reclaim my kingdom of old before I was sealed away here. Don’t you worry though, I promise the journey down for me will be far easier than the journey up.”