I've decided to brave the dungeon once again.  The walls of the halls that I
traversed through are familiar as I had been here many times before.  In my
hands I hold a key that I had been lovingly carving for many moons now.  My
pulse quickens as I come upon the locked door.  No ordinary kitchen door this
one, this one pulsates with an ancient magic from the dawn of mankind.  I'm
nervous and scared as I had passed up several other doors similar to this one
in the dungeon in the years before.  Some words of the sages said that
knocking or magic words could open the doors, but I never had the skill or the
right words at my disposal.  No, I would try a more patient approach and build
a key that I hope would be strong enough and which would fit the unique lock. 
Nervously I approach the door, my voice of doubt screams at me to step away,
don't approach.  But this time, my heart is strong enough and it drives my
feet and hands.  I'm at the point of no return now, for once the door is
tried, there is either failure or success.  If the key is wrong, the door will
not open and disappear as magic doors are apt to do.  If there is success,
then I must push onwards for the door won't stay open for long and once it
closes, it closes for good.  I swallow hard, and can feel my fingers and arms
shake lightly as I touch the door.  It is warm and real, but not the true
object I came into the dungeon to seek.  No, something described in legends
that I'm driven by an ancient desire as old as mthe magic of the door.  My
heart can not be at peace now, there can be no retreat, I must know if the key
works.  I hold the key up to the dim torch light, and then press into the lock
and turn....  There is a resistance, and I hold my breath, would the lock
continue to turn or would the lock seize up?  Should I have tried some oil
first?  Fool, idiot, baka!  No time now, it is out of my hands, I have to
trust in my faith and my intuition.  What's this?  A grinding and sliding, the
door is open?  I blink, could it be true, after so long in my  wanderings?  I
test the air where the door stood, I am not dreaming.  I step through before
the door can shut.  Interestingly, it is another long hallway, but this one is
very unfamiliar.  I smile and nervously check my gear.  I know there is a
battle up ahead, and it won't be easy in the least.  Failure, I know thee well
and the voice of doubt picks up on it.  I begin to tread lightly, making sure
the path is true and avoid the traps where they may lie.  I can not retreat to
restock, I must trust in my strength, my weaknesses, and my faith, and in
something else which I dare not say out loud or even whisper to myself.  I
hope beyond hope this is the path that my heart desires, for there is no
turning back now.  **