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Read this file after completing "Iconoclast Castle"

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No ones alive here, Logan said to himself as he stood atop the balcony 
tower surveying his surroundings. All hope of finding someone to help him or 
at least tell him where he was had vanished. All he had seen were stone 
statues of what were once human beings. He had sought answers to where he was,
but now several new questions raked through his mind.

What is this place?

What happened here?

Am I the only living human in this world?

There had to have been some others who came here before him judging from the 
bloodied carcasses he found in the forest, those who had fallen prey to the 
acidic attacks of the vicious plant life.

He suddenly felt a chill around him as an icy giant hand had wrapped itself 
around him. He turned, reaching for one of his weapons, preparing himself for
battle, only to come face to face with two ghostly beings, one man and the 
other a woman. The woman was beautiful but with sorrow in her eyes. The man 
had a short beard on his chin and his skin slightly wrinkled. From the look 
of their royal clothing, Logan presumed them to be the king and queen of the 
castle in their previous life.

Youre the very first soul to have come this far in a thousand years, the 
male spirit said.

Who are you? asked Logan uneasily. He kept his hands on his chosen weapon, 
a sawed-off shotgun in case they were hostile and attacked him.

We are the spirits of King Iconoclast IX and Queen Elizabeth I, the woman 
said. Weve been haunting this castle for a thousand years since the eve of 
our deaths at the hands of  our formerly most trusted advisor.

Why cant you rest in peace? asked Logan. Convinced that he was in no 
danger, he put away his weapon.

Rest? asked the kings spirit. We cannot rest. Not as long as our murder 
goes unavenged, our land and people cursed, together with our beloved adopted 
daughter and her lover.

Logan felt a twinge of sympathy for these restless spirits. They too had 
suffered a great loss, but so much more than his own. They lost their lives.

Who did this? he asked.

His name wasGaribaldi, the king said.

Logan felt his stomach and heart quiver with disbelief. The same Garibaldi 
who founded the Scourge to wage war on humanity? Who had his beloved Katrina 
killed? No, it couldnt possibly be. Could it?

It seemed impossible. If true, Garibaldi would be over a thousand years old.

A thousand years ago, Garibaldi gained superhuman powers and abilities by 
selling his soul to an unknown deity, the king said. He summoned 
nightmarish creatures and demons to attack our land and cursed our people.

What curse? asked Logan.

You have seen it yourself already, the queen said. Our people have been 
turned to stone, cursed by the power of the Sword of Darkness. Only the sacred 
Excalibur of Light can undo the curse.

Come with us, the king said. There is something we want to show you.

Logan followed the two spirits back into the castle. Being transparent, they 
passed through the doors. Logan had to open them in order to pass through.

The spirits of the king and queen led them into the main hall of the castle,
back to the carpet which the design of six swords, five of which pointed to
another. One of them was a sword with a black blade. Logan assumed it had to 
be the Sword of Darkness Garibaldi had used to curse the land. And the white 
sword, to which all the others pointed to was the sacred blade itself. But 
this was only an illustration, not the real thing.

These five swords must combine their powers to create the legendary 
Excalibur of Light, the king said. Only once had it actually been forged, 
but that time has long passed. You must find the swords and save our land.

But how? Logan asked.

Seek Murlock, said the queen. He can help. Being a wizard, he was the only 
one unaffected by Garibaldis curse.

Where can I find him? asked Logan, hope returning to his heart.

In the land of Dunkilus, said the queen. The gates outside the castle 
will take you through a vast forest that will lead you there.

Be careful young man, said the king. Were counting on you. All of us!

Logan bowed before the ghosts of the king and queen and walked out of the 
castle.

					*
It took much of the rest of the day to reach a gate deep in the forest to 
where Logan knew would take him one step closer to his goal. The further into 
this forest he progressed, Logan saw that the trees were rotting and their 
leaves devoid of green. This part of the forest had long died, but still, the 
sounds of life flourished. Owls hooted. An occasional hiss from unseen 
serpents.

He slid the gate open and closed it behind him. I must be on my guard, Logan 
thought. Who knows what dangers lurk in these woods?
