This is the story of how Farin freed the city that lay on the edge of the desert.

On that fated day in which Farin found the cursed city, he was wearing tall leather boots. He removed these boots and gave them to the King. Barefoot, he stepped down into the quake-made well. He found steps. They wound down and down and down some more, a stone lining into a dragon’s throat. But Farin was brave. He set off – or rather, he went down.

Thirty thousand steps below he came upon a very broad bridge. The sand that layered over the surface was gold-tinged and dull.

An Archway loomed on the far side of the bridge. He passed over the bridge, and black water lapped at his feet, from the deathly lake that rushed below. The Arch bore runes that he could not read.