Trekking up a long and winding pathway, her scarlet cloak billows in the frigid nitrogen breeze. A thousand stone tablets stacked in a row behind her, and a dozen or so left to go. The vagrant travels to this hallowed and barren land in search of something. Few have gone before her, but all have failed. They all lacked the quality necessary for accomplishing this godforsaken feat. And before you guess, no, it did not include their lack of intelligence. The quality that was equally void in all of their souls was the ability to care for the fabled guardian of the treasure. Their desire for gold and glory distracted them from the true point of this journey. Being worthy of that worthless hunk of gold. Each and every person before her had one thing in common: they were not worthy. One guardian guards the historically old building for one purpose, guarding the treasure until one of true worth comes to take it from him.

The Scarlet stranger, now only a few more slabs away from it's destiny, halts in recognition of it's adversary that greats them. It stands there in silence, marveling the battle scene that so rightfully makes itself known to each of them. The guardian and the challenger face to face to see who the winner is. But as all fairy tales go, it would be anticlimactic for the heroine to lose after walking all this way.
Still hidden behind her hood, the guardian's new opponent addresses him, "I have come from far, far away to challenge you. I suppose you know what I want?"