Steve stopped to rest. He built a little shelter and recalled the days events: He was mining, almost died falling off a ravine, and ended up here. He quietly cursed. He ate a little bacon and fell asleep. He dreamed about home; about his friends, his dog, his girlfriend. He woke up to the sound of footsteps and grabbed his sword. The sword was a family heirloom which had been passed down for generations. Legend had it that his great great great grandfather, Steven Steveson, had learned magic and enchanted it with powers beyond comprehension. He rushed outside to be startled! There was his cousin George! "George!?" Steve exclaimed "What are you doing here?" Then George replied, " Well, I was going to visit, and your house was empty. Thinking you were down in the mine, I went down. I saw your pick and (cough cough) grabbed it. I fell down and ended up here!" They rested a bit before exploring. A month passed and Steve was examining the map of the abandoned mine they were in. There was four corners, in each corner a passage. At the end of each passage was a spider spawner and a locked iron door. Today they were going to bust into the locked chamber. "Ready?" Asked Steve. "Ready." Said George. They pulled the lever. Then they gasped... ...TO BE CONTINUED...