I walked through the dark halls of the old castle, Adrian following close behind me. “Where do you think this thing is?” He asked, looking around at the overgrown walls of the old palace. This place used to be a grand place, many parties and balls were held here. Then, one day, it fell into ruin, the family who lived here vanished. It is said that a witch came and cursed the family. Of course, the witch would be gone now, considering that was over 100 years ago, but the place was still creepy none the less.

“Look, what’s that?” Adrian said, pointing to something at the end of the hall. I looked at what he was pointing at and saw a door that was partially open. We walked closer to the door and as I reached to grab the handle I felt a surge of energy flow through me. It was a strange sensation but somehow it felt very familiar…

I swung the door open and saw a pedestal in the center of a large room with windows on every wall. The pedestal had a single object on it. An object I have only heard from in stories. I looked at Adrian with a smile in my face. “We found it.” He smiled back at me and nodded.

The glowing orb that sat in the pedestal had been lost over 300 years ago and had been forgotten by most, but not my family. The stories of this orb has been passed down through my family since my ancestors time. I have finally found it, and I am here to return it to its original homeland.