[ WP ] A boy is exploring a cave near a local waterfall . He stumbles on a burial chamber , replete with weapons and armor of all shapes and sizes . In the center lies a tomb , with a single symbol of a dragon .

He stood underneath the rush of water, letting it bathe him entirely. The water was cool and refreshing, a much wanted source of relief from the harsh summer sun. 
 
 The boy stepped out of the stream, wiping the water from his face so he could see again. As he brought his hands down, he caught sight of something out of the corner of his eye. Something near the waterfall. Only just visible from this angle. He took a few cautious steps around the edge of the water, anxious not to slip, so that he could see better. 
 
 From this side, there was a clearly visible seam in the rock. A narrow tunnel, not much wider than he was, extended into the rock, twisting away into the murky gloom. 
 
 He turned back to the rock where he had left his clothes, and after drying himself hurriedly, he pulled them on and moved back towards the hole. He pulled out a small pocket torch and fumbled with the power button. A thin beam of light burst out from the torch, and he pointed it into the hole, but the pale light did n't reach far, only landing on a rough piece of rock. However, he could see that the tunnel turned away at that point. 
 
 There might be more to this place. 
 
 He turned himself sideways and slowly began to inch himself into the hole. The rocks pressed against his skin, and several times he scraped himself on the edges, tearing deep gouges in his skin. But he did n't turn back. 
 
 As he pressed further into the tunnel, he began to lose the ability to see. At occasional intervals he would raise the torch to see further down the passage. After some time, with no idea how far he had travelled, the walls began to smooth. Jagged rock gave way to flat walls, and when he brought the light up to them, faint markings could be seen on the wall. 
 
 A flush of adrenaline raced through his body, raising his heart rate, his breathing increasing in pace. A small smile crept onto his face, and he felt excited. 
 
 *What had he found? * 
 
 Beyond this point, the tunnel widened, and he could now walk normally. He kept his torch pointing ahead of him after he walked into the first section of rock that jutted out from the wall, shifted by the forces of time. 
 
 Eventually he reached a point where the chamber opened into such a size that his torch beam could n't reach the walls. All he could see was a vast endless black. He kicked a stone ahead of him. It hit the ground only just in front of him, after a small drop. The sound of it skittering across the dusty floor echoed throughout the chamber, magnified by the acoustics of the cave. 
 
 While still pointing his torch at the floor ahead of him, he carefully climbed down into the bottom of the chamber, and saw a glint of something shiny. As he came nearer he saw a helmet, slightly tarnished from centuries of being left alone, but it was still in good condition. 
 
 Looking around him, he saw many other metal armour, lined up in neat rows. Towards the other end, a few weapons were lined up just as neatly. A wooden longbow, blackened by rot, barely usable. Another one however, was in perfect condition, somehow untouched by time. Short iron swords lay side by side, roughened and cracking. He picked one up and admired the weight of it. 
 
 He took one of the helmets, picked up the longbow and a couple of arrows, and began to advance through the chamber. At this point the array of weapons and armour ended, revealing a rectangular stone shape. 
 
 It was covered in markings, similar to those he had seen in the tunnel, but in the centre of the top surface, a circular pattern with some sort of shape inside it. He craned his neck to get a better view, and saw the shape of a snake. 
 
 No. Not a snake. It had wings. 
 
 *A dragon, * he thought excitedly. 
 
 This place was amazing. He could n't let anybody else know about this place. It could be his secret. 
 
 He turned to leave, trying to find the tunnel he had entered by. He found it without any hassle, and placed the longbow on his back, adjusted the helmet, and began to squeeze back through the rocky passage. 
 
 Halfway down however, the longbow strapped across his caught between the rocks at a particularly narrow point, and the helmet wedged too. He could n't move further while carrying the equipment, and would have to either figure out a way to move them through or have to leave them behind. 
 
 He tried to move back the way he had come to find a wider section of tunnel, but found he was trapped in that direction as well. He could n't move in any direction. he could n't even crouch down lower, as the rock pressed by his legs, preventing him from bending them even slightly. 
 
 He began to cry as he realised he was trapped. He tried shouting for help a few times, but no one came. He tried to stop them, but the tears came anyway.
