My grandmother loved to tell me stories about the ancient merchant city, Aurum. She told me how it was the trading capitol of the world, and that the world's wealthiest people came from there. My grandmother also liked to tell me that Aurum was the birthplace of heroes. It was where Ilyam rose from a petty soldier to become the greatest king there ever was. Aurum was the place where the most beautiful women and the handsomest men lived. Aurum was the root of law and justice and where history was first recorded. I knew that these were just made up fantasies, but I always listened to her. I wanted to believe that this magical, extravagant city was real, and although her description of the city always changed, the city, at the height of its growth, mysteriously disappeared. The world's wealth, charm, and life vanished. We were left with a legend, and it seemed like the only person who knew of this golden city was my grandmother. When she had died, her last words were, "In the middle world, lies a place where the highest fell." She pressed her forehead upon mines, and wished for me to find Aurum.

"Yaksha, come here. Something feels oddly mystifying," Aren Beckoned. I walked with lantern in hand and through the fog, I had seen a golden sword.

"Do you see that sword?" I exclaimed.

"Huh? What are you talking about? All I see are dead trees," Aren said.

Odd. I walked through the tall grass, carefully treading through the mud. I looked at the sword and back at Aren. "You really can't see this?"

Aren wasn't there. I looked back at the sword and I had the sudden urge to pick it up. I grasped the hilt firmly on my other hand and lifted it up. Suddenly, darkness. Suddenly, a glowing light. It was bright. Then, I saw it. It wasn't a fantasy, there truly was a magnificent city.

"Yaksha, why are you standing there like that? You've been acting like holding onto a sword for five minutes now. Hello?" Aren looked at Yaksha weirdly and thought to himself what Yaksha had been doing. Aren felt disturbed. He looked at Yaksha, and used detect magic directing towards Yaksha's hands. Nothing. Aren gulped. He looked at Yaksha, and used detect evil. Aren grit his teeth. It was something he had seen in books before. It was an aura he had only read and dreaded. Yaksha was stuck in an infinite illusion.

I pounded a nearby wall, and angrily cried to myself, "Get me out of here." It had felt like an eternity inside this damnable golden city. "Grandma. How did you get out?"