Ulric was running and running, until, he was so near the steel tower that he could see the abandoned walls, wooden doors, and windows high up the tower. It was so long, like it was touching the sky. It had so many windows as well. It was in square shape and wasn't big in wide, but in length. Despite being so long, he had to see it by climbing over trees. He'd still been remote from that tower when he'd climbed it, meaning his exhaustion was even more, and he sat down by a tree nigh the tower. He opened his bag, took a deep breath, and ate the fruits. He sat for some time, eating and gulping. He wondered if Friszta was worried about him, though there was some time until the twilight. His new plan was simple: Meet the shadow, let it explain what it wanted, and go back to his house. He needed explanations about what must have been the reason for a stranger to come to his house. If that shadow wanted to harm him, why had he not done so?
When he felt his exhaustion was nearly gone, he stood up and walked forth to enter the tower. The double-door in entrance of tower made him feel that the steel tower was more than just a filthy tower before it was abandoned. He was in awe when he stepped it, only to see the filth, dust across the painting in sides of narrow corridor. That corridor was in entrance of tower, leading towards a ladder to up the next floor — to the first floor. There were two doors on the right side and on the left side of the walls of that corridor. Each of them were splendid, but if they were clean. They were made of dark oaks, which assured ulric that it really was more than just abandoned tower before. He didn't know where that shadow could be. He thought of checking both doors, and up the next floor, he expected the same. Nevertheless, he reminded himself he had not much time, so he needed to find the shadow faster.
He ran towards the right door, opened it, nothing but a bunch of chairs in dust and an abandoned heath with ashes. The smell was awful. He then ran towards the left door of the corridor and opened it. There was nothing much, too, except for some chairs around a narrow table, which had some platters in dirt and filth. It was a dining table. What really was that, a tower from the beginning, or a resident for someone? He left the left room, too, and climbed up the ladder.
The first floor wasn't the same. It was an opened hall with chairs on sides with windows above them, and a red carpet leading towards a large chair at the end of that first floor, flanked by two ladders, leading upwards to second floor. They were all in dust and filth. The steel tower was not only like a resident of a normal person. Nevertheless, it was like a castle of a ruler — a grand hall — expensive stuff. Despite being smaller, it was really good. He looked up at the ceiling of the floor, and there hung a chandelier, which seemed as expensive and was filthy and probably half-broken. He saw no one there, too, so he thought of running quickly up the second floor.
He ran towards it and struggled to climb up the ladder but did it. He chose the right ladders of two ladders, which flanked that ruler chair. He was on the second floor, and that floor was weird of all. It was like a tunnel with a wall in between. There was a wall in between, so that left ladders led up to that left side of the wall. He considered there was a tunnel also. He could see nothing in the right, just a row of three windows to a door, getting from a little bigger to smaller. That wall in between had no windows but just paintings. The whole tower was grey-colored. Like a tower of a castle. Nevertheless, it was too big to consider a normal tower. Time was passing fast, so he climbed down the ladders and climbed up the left ladders to the second floor. It was the same, except for a door in the end, with a sign unlike that door: Here!
He could think nothing but run and open it. There he ran and ran towards it. He approached the door, swung the latch, and creaked open it fastly. There, he saw a beautiful view of forest. It was a balcony, with two couches and one table in between them. That balcony was clean looking at the tower, but something differed his mind, and that was that there were no ladders now, which led up to the third floor. The steel tower was still long, but he reached the technical end. There was no shadow or anything he expected there to be. Instead, he saw something on the table — a rolled parchment with ink. He understood quickly and unrolled it, and read the point.
Ulric — to that cave.
His name was written there and cave! But what cave? He surveyed the woods of forest, the trees, the lakes, and there . . . he saw silhouettes of tiny entrance leading to an enormous cave. He found it! The shadow was there! He patted himself. How could he forget it? The shadow said he'd meet near the steel tower, not in it! He had no reason to run back now, that his name was transparently written, meaning that there, at least, was a mention of his name, so he'd something related to that. He couldn't get himself to go back. Twilight was slowly approaching, so he thought nothing and climbed down the ladders and ladders to the entrance of the steel tower, and to the woods, and to the direction of the cave. He was eventually assured that he wasn't mistaken.