Mystaria sat in front of the great spire which was the life of the caves. She sat a safe distance away while gazing up at it. The question she always asked herself was if the spire was a magical being rather than something that gave magical life. She wondered if there was a story to the spire. How did it get there? As she gazed up at the spire a lot of questions flooded her mind. It would do her good to speak to someone about this. Her mind drifted to the spire as she kept awareness of what was going on near her.