Head to the Right

The enchanting singing is too amazing to pass up. You slink down the hallway, feeling a bit giddy; you have a good feeling the Golden Harp is producing the breath-taking aria. And while you know you have greater concerns right now, you want to see this harp before the chance vanishes.

At the ends of the hall there was a gigantic wooden door, obviously made for the giant inhabiting the castle. Thankfully, you can get down on your stomach and actually squeeze through the crack between the bottom of the door and floor. As you emerge on the other side, you feel your jaw drop free and your mouth hangs open.

Situated on a gold pedestal in the middle of an ornate pool of crystal-clear water was a large harp, easily taller than you even. It was made entirely of gold and had fine strings throughout. But all of that fell away upon seeing the figurehead of the harp; a beautiful naked lady, also apparently solid gold attached to the front of the harp. Her torso and arms moved so smoothly, you could swear she was alive. Her voice was so heavenly, it made your heart and mind melt with emotion. And it would seem her body was shaped after some kind of goddess, as her figure was as close to perfection as could be.

Drooling a bit, you step forward, drawing near to the pool. However, a hand roughly grabs your collar and yanks you back into the shadows of the door. A hissing voice by your ear reprimands you. "Are you a bloody moron? Are you trying to get us eaten?"

"W-what?" You ask, still assessing the situation. You turn around to see a young man, barely 18, standing in front of you. He is clutching a rusty sword and his green clothes were torn and ripped in various places. His youthful appearance was offset by the bags under his eyes, as if he hadn't slept lately.

"Don't act the fool with me, all right? Now go back and tell that spineless leader of yours that I don't need any help. I can get the harp myself and by sending his lackeys, he's only make things harder." The young man seemed very aggravated and very tired.

"Are you...Jack?" You ask, hoping you were right.

"Who the bloody else were you expecting?" Jack said, clutching his sword tightly. "Now get out of here so I can nab that stupid harp for that arrogant bastard."