Lacey walked up the edge of the cliffs around the valley. Finally, when it became too vertical to be walked on, she started climbing up the smooth rock. As she went up, you could see faint old burns on the side of the cliffs. They were from the dragons who used to live there, perhaphs when their treasures were under theft.

Farther and farther up she climbed. One wrong step could be her death. Finally, after a long while of climbing, she crawled up the side of a hole in the cliff. Inside was pitch black. She took a small something from her pockets, and held it in the palm of her hand. A beam of light shown, and it looked like she was holding a tiny flame.

The light fell on a pile of treasure. It glistened lightly. Golds, silvers, rubies, emeralds, diamonds - every bit of precious jewels that ever existed. Each looking like they had their own light.

"That will be Akari's treasure."

She stepped over the piles of gold, tiny coins slipping from the perfect pile, and rolling down the hill, making a tinking sound as it clicked against other coins.

She made it onto the other side of the treasure, and deeper into the cave. She walked for a while in the darkness, the little flame giving only enough light to see a foot in front of her. She looked around, and held the flame up to the walls.

Finally, it seemed she found what she was looking for. She stood on her tiptoes, and dropped the flame into something hanging on the wall. The torch flared up, and gave light as well as a lamp could. She took another flame from her pocket, and set it down inside the next torch, and so on until the entire cave-hallway was lit up.

Finally, the hallway reached a back room. It was huge. The only treasure that was in the room was embedded in the walls. A larger torch was hanging like a chandelier over the room. She looked at it.

I could never reach up there. The dragon that used to live here could, though. He could blow a bit of fire into the torch, and it would illuminate the entire room. There's art in here you can't see unless the torch is lit. Art... like the jewels in the walls... They make pictures. I've only seen bits and pieces of them from my tiny hand-flames.

But it is beautiful in here, I know it.