Monkee flew on clouds of dark adventure
For two strange gods needed his assistance
But even as he saw the great expanse
Of Mount Li approach. Monkee felt unsure...


Something more than mountain was there holding 
The gods captive. Un-Natural Magics, 
Evil Magic could be felt like the thick
Wall of stale air from tombs old and moulding.


His weapons were each ready, each one cleansed.
And he, Monkee, was set to fight any 
Living being, be it one or many,
But he could not know who had been chosen
   For him to fight. They all waited ahead.
   The guards of Mount Li. Already all dead.