"Are you ready?" asked one of the companions, a tall man with huge muscles.
"Sure," I said.
"Let's do it," said the other companion, a woman with long blond hair.
We walked throuhg the forest. I felt jittery. I knew that this was important, that the fate of the world depended on us. We soon reached the edge of a cliff.
About a mile a way, a huge stone castle can easily be seen.
That was the castle of the demon king Mudo.
"How are we going to get there?" I asked. "Do we climb down?"
"Don't worry," said the woman. "I've got it covered."
She took out this flute and played this tune. Suddenly, this white dragon showed up. We all got onto its back. Flapping its wings, it took us to Mudo's castle.
We landed right at the front door. I drew my sword, knowing that the castle's guards would surely be ready for a fight. We went in through the front.
The entrance chamber was huge, civered with a red carpet. Mudo sure had a pretty good interior decorator, I remember thinking.
But the one thing we all noticed was that it was empty. No guards standing near the gate, not even the castle staff moving about.
Casutiously, we walked along one of the corridors, just in case Mudo set up an ambush for us. After a few minutes, we were out on a terrace and in front of the door leading to the central tower.
"Don't you think this was too easy?" asked the man.
"He must have a trap," added the woman.
I looked at my reflection in my sword's blade, the light coming from the full moon high above us. "Of course it's a trap," I said. "If I were Mudo, I'd set a trap. But we have to go in. My parents are counting on us."
"You're the boss," said the man.
We opened the front door and walked through.
We were greeted by this bright illuminating fog. A shadowy shape was visible in the distance.
"You fools!" said this slightly aristocratic voice. "You do not think I was expecting you? Silly humans. Now you shall be gone!"
I saw my two companions disappear in a puff of smoke.
Then pain.
Intense, intense pain.
It was like my very soul was being split in twain.
And then I felt the hard surface on my face. I looked down, and saw the fine grains of wood.
"Are you all right?" a female voice asked.
I looked up, and found myself in a bedroom. There was a wooden dresser in there. Standing on the wooden floor was this woman with blue hair.
"Tania?" I asked.
"You're finally awake," she said. "you were probably just having a bad dream."
I looked around, feeling safe.
It was good to be home.