Well, this is it folks. The end of the road. This is the final chapter of my story. All I can say is, thank you for the reviews and I hope you guys like it.

Finally, I broke free of the creepy forest, entering a clearing. And in the center of the clearing, like a jagged white bone, a tower stood.

I stared at it, hardly daring to believe my eyes. I had finally found the Tower of Bones the pupil-less man had written about! All fatigue forgotten, I rushed toward it. The ground beneath me cracked and split as I ran, crumbling away behind me, leaving me no way back.

When I got close to the door, A blinding flash of lightning struck the ground in front of the tower, forcing me to close my eyes. When I reopened my eyes, I saw the eyeless man standing there. He raised one arm, pointing at me, then turned, and pointed at the front door. Another flash, and the man was gone.

Wary now, I pushed open the black door, grunting at the exertion. Whatever this door was made of, it was heavy.

Inside the tower was an enormous room. It seemed to strech for eternity in every direction, but as my eyes adjusted, I saw two dim red torches at the other end. I walked quickly, my footsteps muffled, the dark walls seeming to absorb any sound made. I kept my bone sword at the ready, as I had left all my other belongings outside, keeping only my sword and several torches.

Reaching the red torches, I saw there were 2 staircases, one leading up, one leading down. The one going down was made of the same dark purple rock, while the one going up was made of a light blue material. I stood there, wondering which I should take.

As I stood there, pondering, the man with no pupils appeared again, this time flanked by 2 of the tall black figures. Without a sound, the man pointed at the purple passageway. The two beings let out an ungodly wail, and with a flash and a thud, all 3 were gone.

After collecting my nerves, I tightened my grip on my sword and began my decent. The rock seemed to suck all light from my torches, leaving them glowing embers in my hands. Undaunted, I continued walking down the staircase. The air became hot, the rock cracked from the heat, bone chilling cries echoed through the stone. I began to wonder if this was a good idea, but I had come too far to give up now, so I solidered on.

I reached the bottom of the tunnel, and I entered an room so large I couldn't see the ceiling or walls. The stone beneath my feet changed from the dark rock I had become accustomed too, to a red brittle mixture that flaked and chipped with each step. A foul stench rose from the stone, making me gag. And standing a few hundred yards in front of me was the man with no pupils, this time surrounded by over 20 tall black figures. They stood in what seemed to be a complex pattern around a large glowing purple portal, the frame made of the same material as the tunnel. With the cold hand of fear gripping my heart, I walked towards the man, dropping my torches. My only possession now was my faithful bone sword, and I gripped it firmly in my hands.

I reached the man in front of the portal, and the black figures let out a chorus of wails before dissapearing, leaving only me and the man in the portal room. I stood mere feet from him, shaking in terror, my bone sword rattling in my hands. The man looked at me, no discerable expression on his face. With a great gust of wind, the man vanished. At the same time, the purple portal rippled wildly, as if a large rock had been dropped into it. At my feet was another note. I sat down, suddenly weary, and picked it up.

"You who have traveled far across the land, enter this portal and go home."

I sat in front of that portal for a long time, thinking heavily on whether or not to trust the pupil-less man. He had not led me astray, but he seemed to be in cahoots with the tall black figures. Also, my very soul seemed to shudder at the portal. It didn't feel right, like it wasn't a natural part of the universe. I didn't want to go through it, but I wanted to go home and see my family more.

Finally, I stood, mind made up. I planted my bone sword directly front and center before the portal, and gathered my strength. With one last deep breath, I walked through the portal.

Agony. Endless Agony.

My body is gone, it's pieces ripped apart, shredded, and sent to the far reaches of reality.

My soul cries out, seeking anyone who could help. But there is no-one, only the pain.

Make it stop...I can't take it...please...

A light...

I see a light...

I move towards it, reaching out for the small opening in this Hell.

I enter the light, and my body reforms. The pain vanishes, and I re-enter the world.

I lay on the ground for hours, weeping with fear and joy. Fear of what I had gone through, joy that I am finally home. I raise my head.

My body goes cold. Fresh tears form in the corners of my eyes. This is not home. The rock is still there, red and rotten. The landscape has changed. I am no longer in the room, but still I am surrounded by this disgusting rock. I struggle to my feet, my body shrieking with pain. I sense movement around me, but I can see very little, the only light coming from the portal behind me.

I have nothing, no tools, no torches, not even my bone sword.

I am even farther from home, with even less chance of returning.

I am not alone, and I am afraid.

Well, there we go. Originally, I wanted our hero to go home, but in case I ever decided to make a sequel, I changed the ending. Leave a review of how you enjoyed the overall story, and if you think I should make a sequel.