Standing before the great master of art I saw before me a great many things that I understood others that I didn't.  The great hull deep set in greyed drearyness was a sad place to see. The ancient works beset in stone unmoving like they had when their masters were young and the oil and stone of their tapestries fresh and alive. The illumination coming from a hole made  in the great hall's shell by and age long evil thousands of feet above me and thousands of years old shone on the masterpiece before me. I moved away the years of spider webs that had crossed the elegance underneath as if the spiders were protecting her royalty and very essence. As I removed the strands from around the womans face I heard faint scratchings on the wall above and around me. As I looked through the darkness to the noise I saw sets of red and firery eyes peering back at me from the abyss growing larger with every breath that I took. I felt the breath of the dread spiraling from the ceilings towards me. The sound of stone grinding against stone beneath her tomb made me grip the shaft of my spear ever so more tightly than before. With the faith of a thousand generations and fear of what was spiraling down from the heights above me I reached into the darkness......
 
The cold metallic cylinder felt heavy in my hand as I with it drew from its place of resting. The heavy breath of death permiated the air as I removed the puzzle from it's casing. Long cold thoughts crept into my mind as thought long and hard about the answer.
 
Death did not have a time schedule. I studied her beauty over and over again and discovered many words and incantations that would work in another realm but not here. How was I was to release her from long slumber so that she would delivery our world that had fallen into darkness into the light of hope?
 
I slowly turned the letters on the cylinder each with clicking with exceptance of the letter. To not hear a click would bring sudden death from the thousands of spiders both large and small that had now filled the great hall. The last click settled into place. For an instant I thought I was dead as the space around me fluxed out and then back in. I looked into the eyes of the Mona Lisa before me and instantly saw the truth hidden deep within the tapestry......As my thoughts continued small streams of light eminated from the painting. A spiders leg reached over my shoulder in anticipation of a meal that it had long not tasted for many ages. My thoughts continued on forming the image before in my hand. I turned the letters of the Mona Lisa many ways this way and that until a perfect image had been formed. The L creates the base of the candle. Magical light fell away from the base as I continued to think. The first A turned on its side with the O placed between its legs created the Ring for carrying the candle. I became more and more excitied as my thoughts became clearer and clearer. The N formed the base of the candle ring. The magic light spiralled up the candle and formed an M at it's top. I could feel the nervousness of the spiders around me as their meal slowly faded away from them but returned as I became nervous at not knowing which way to place the last A to for the candle top. Should I place it upright or should I place it upturned. The mass of fangs behind me pulsed up and down on their legs the disturbance causing the long gathered dust to swirl around me clouding my thoughts. Then in an infinite instanc I knew that it did not matter which way the A was placed as symmetry occupied my mind and the hourglass of time was formed as I placed both A's tip to tip. The wick of the DaVinci's candle evolved from the letter I as the magic coursed through my body illuminating the great hall as the letter S erupted into the flame of The Candle of DaVinci. A shrill scream filled the great hall as death returned to its places of hiding deep within the ceiling of the great hall.
 
I turned round and where there had been many great statues long and old in their bitter sleep now stood men and women in gleaming armor that the candle light glistened and reflected off of. Banners of their realms flapped wildly in the windless hall as the light of DaVinci's Candle shown upon them and bringing them to life.
 
But what was this army for? I was merely a treasure seeker, a burgler, a tomb robber looking for the wealth of kings and queens. What had I come across and what events had I put into place?