<div class="floatleft">(http://i230.photobucket.com/albums/ee139/Dobby728/Random/DarkForestEntrancetoMyHome.jpg)</div>In the ages of man, there has been many stories that was filled with wonder and mystery. Some of them about dragons that lived deep inside of a cave, there bellies filled with gold and treasures. Others was of great evil wizards bringing the dead back to life just to make there evil armies to take over the world. But often the treasures that would save others are left out in the great tales of the old. Like of the dungeon that held the cure for any disease known to man, but it was only enough for one person, for one disease. The place of this dungeon was never known, the only thing that was known about it was that it was placed inside of a forest where the sun never touched, and the animals had long gone. It was said that this forest and grown with the evil that was kept inside of this dungeon that guarded the cure. But, who would risk there life to enter this dungeon to get the cure, that could only be used once, and then it was gone forever? People that wanted to say the ones dearest to them. Few people have went in search of it, only to return home, with there cold empty hands. Soon after there loved ones passed from the realm of the living. Most people started to call it only a myth, that some old bard made it up to get a few gold coins one night. But that did not stop the people with nothing else to lose but there loved ones. There even was a few people that went for it just to find it, and get the cure and sell it off to the highest bidder. But those people never came back. It was said that there greed is what did them in. The dungeon taking there body and souls deep into it, making them bend to its will.<br/><br/>But now, after a long time has passed, and the stories of the dungeon had almost died out. There was another person that was willing to risk there life for another, to save them from the death sentence that was the disease in there body. But maybe, this time it was going to be different. Maybe this person would come back after reaching the dungeon and not have empty hands, but the cure with in them. Just maybe, this person would go down in history as the person that had bested the dungeon that many could not find, and others lost there will to. This night was a calm one, so much that the wind did not dare to blow and the bugs did not even move there wings at all. It was still, as if every small living thing with in the dark forests had just stopped and died right there. But from a distance one could hear the soft treading of someone skilled in not wanting to alert anyone of there presence. By a river and entrance to the dungeon of old lore stood, allowing entrance to the one approaching. But to the left of the small bridge was a sign that had much over growth on it, but the words painted there still visible through it.<br/><br/><div class="floatleft">(http://www.designzzz.com/antifan/dugenons.jpg)</div><strong><em>To those who wish to find fame, turn back. To those who wish to find gold, turn back. For those wishing to take back with them a second chance, step forward.</em></strong><br/><br/>