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"Crimson Chaos" by gleerebel
I made my way through the cavern, taking precautions. There could be spikes or something lying in the vicinity that I was oblivious about.
And sadly I was not mistaken, there was an array of spikes in the ground. I used my jet pack to fly over them, because if I chose to jump then obviously it would be the end of me. Once I landed back on the surface, I maintained my precautions. Next I accidentally stepped on a purple trigger that blended in the rough surface. It set off a set of arrows, which thankfully I dodged.
I successfully made it and examined the glowing chest. There was an abnormally shiny, silvery lock on it. "Good thing I came prepared." I stated out loud and picked the lock with a hairpin. The chest opened, containing the most beautiful sight that I have ever seen in all of Neopia. It was an amulet with a blood red stone, wrapped within a golden circular border with points branching off it. It contained a gray chain with some gold dots. I was mesmerized by this discovery. "The Amulet of Thilg". I then placed a replica of the chest quickly onto the platform to avoid the third most common booby trap in almost every cave. I pocketed the real artifact.
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