As I wander through  the dark misty woods, I stumble upon a wall and as the mist clears, it reveals two ancient looking gold encrusted doors that opened up to the lost city that I had searched for over five weeks. 

In the middle stood a beautiful tower that held the great viola, passed down from generation to generation.

I stepped in and then out flew a giant pickaxe coming straight towards me. I ducked as quick as I could. I took another step and out shot an arrow. 

I started to question myself if this was a good idea?