In a place far from ours, in a time not our own, there was a thick and dark forest. This forest held many mysteries, and seemed to live and breathe just like you and I. In this thicket, a temple stood --vast, and made of stone. Adhered to its door was a lock with three keyholes, each it’s own unique shape. The solid mass was begging to be found, searched, and plundered but no traveler ever stumbled upon it, until one young man. He found it as though it were calling specifically to him. This man was named Siphter. Siphter was of humble origins from a small village just outside of the forest. Born to wheat farmers, he often daydreamed of leaving his town and leading a life of adventure. When his parents passed on, old and content, he decided to leave his hobble in hopes of becoming the man he so wanted to be. The sunlight shined bright above the small village. Siphter began to gather his things. He placed some food and water in his pack and got dressed. His father’s brown work-worn jacket hung on the back of his chair at the dinner table. He threw it on and walked out the door. Siphter took one more look at his village then his hobble before he began his trek through the woods. Our hero walked through a thicket of thorns, pushed aside brush, and treaded through a deep dark creek before finding the ancient structure. When he found it, he dropped his pack and instantly ran to its façade. He slid his hand up and down the cold stone lock. This would be his great challenge. He knew he had to pay attention to the omens this new world presented him. Siphter would stop at nothing to obtain all three keys. He was living for the first time in his life and he couldn’t wait to open the ancient temple door.