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As we hike on through the Icy Mountains, the 

only things I can think about are my frozen 

feet.   I try to push that thought from my mind 

as it is not important.   The knights, Dawain the 

Elf, and I catching Gorzath is what is important.  

Gorzath is an evil wizard who stole the Staff of 

Zafa. The staff, which keeps the peace in our 

kingdom, is very critical, and, without it, the 

kingdom has exploded with fighting.   We need 

to find the staff and restore balance to the 

kingdom before it is too late.

We sit huddled by the fire wrapped in anything 

we can find.   It is bitterly cold in the Icy 

Mountains.   We have tried everything we can 

to keep warm, but nothing works.   I even try a 

heat charm, but even magic won’t keep us 

warm here.   I’m going to sleep now for I sense 

we have a big day ahead of us.

We have been trudging on for what seems like days.   As we 

come over a ridge, I instantly duck back down.   There are 

dragon minions!   They are the minions of Gorzath.   As soon as 

the knights see them, they charge.   “Let’s get ’em!” one yells.  

“Wait!” I yell back, but, it is too late.   I hate it when the 

knights do that!   They always rush into battle without thinking 

first.   Soon after, Dawain and I join them.   He rushes in first 

with each arrow striking down another dragon.   I use 

something a little more advanced.   As I conjure my powers, I 

feel stronger.   My hands begin to glow, and, with a mighty 

roar, a bolt of lightning shoots out of the sky.   The lightning 

bolt cuts through the minion ranks like a sharp knife through 

butter.   I yell to my helpers, “I’ll go ahead.   You guys stay 

here and fight them!”   They nod with approval as I sprint 

toward the cave ahead.

I slowly step through the cave until I find a grand room filled 

with many smaller doors.   I see one with a glowing light coming from 

behind it.   Only the Staff of Zafa could produce such a brilliant light!   I 

kick down the door, and there standing in front of me is Gorzath.   He 

sensed my presence before I even arrived.   “I’m glad you could make 

it,” he says with a voice as cold as ice.   “You will now die!”   He swings 

around and shoots fire at me.   I leap to the side and throw ice back at 

him.   He swats it aside like a kitten playing with yarn.   I choose a 

different spell next.   Lightning!   Our spells meet in the middle.   They 

form a giant ball of energy.   When it explodes, Gorzath stands there 

as if it is a gentle breeze.   I, however, am blown to the ground and 

forced back against the wall.   He walks up and puts one foot on my 

chest.   I see this as my chance.   He is overconfident!   Before he can 

react, I raise my hand and shoot a bolt of lightning into his chest.   His 

lifeless body falls into the lava below.

The ground begins to shake beneath me.   I have to 

get out of here!   I summon the staff, and it flies 

into my hands.   I sprint out of the cave and dive 

behind a rock just as lava engulfs the cave.   The 

only thing saving me from death is the magic 

barrier I cast as I exited, sealing the lava inside.  

As I stand up, I notice the sun glinting off the staff.  

Only at that moment do I realize how much the 

kingdom will rejoice when the Staff of Zafa is 

returned to its rightful owner!

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