Zara and The Seer
A small host of guards escorted Zara down the proud hallway of the castle, heading for the throneroom. Flickering torches illuminated the extravagant paintings and tapestries that decorated the walls. Within each a story was represented, each an echo of some mighty deed or quest. Zara nodded in approval, wishing she could stop to admire them more closely and learn about them, but she couldn't afford to delay. She walked confidently within the square walls the guards formed around her. She'd been stripped of her weapons of course, no one was given the chance to start trouble.
At the end of the hallway lay the door to the throneroom. The doorway was surprisingly small considering what it led to. It was in fact a careful design to hold back invaders, forcing them into a narrow passage to gain access to the last bastion of the castle. A single squad of guards could hold against hundreds at the tiny doorway. Past the door dwelt Gryphos, the fabled seer. As Zara came closer