"What?!? The lava is down?" My father was in a frenzy. He must really be desperate to punish me. Or kill me. I guess either way was punishment to him. Burn me, punishment. Melt me, punishment. Death, punishment. I have never heard of my family actually killing the children. My father is actually going to break a record if he does end up killing me.
"I'm sorry father, but yes they are. I'm afraid it is to far down to reach, or even get close enough."
"Can't we just throw in?" My little sister suggested. My little sister was the most evil little thing on earth. She could careless if Lanerd and I both were killed. Her name Kalio, in my words... It meant evil. And when it came to Kalio, Lanerd agreed with me about her being evil. She was more evil than my family put together. The only reason why I don't talk about her much is because surely it would bring me bad luck to talk about something so evil.
"No Kalio." My mother hushed her with her rare pleasant voice. My mother was never close to kind with me. Nor my father.
"The lava would reach her better than just sticking her in there with a pole." Gosh was she annoying.
My father sighed. "I guess we will have to wait.... Or...." or what?!?!?
"Or we could do the traditional punishment." Okay, the traditional punishment was actually like burning your hand compared to the volcano skin burn. The traditional punishment is where you go on a quest to go find some ancient object or something like that. Most people don't make it back but still. Its better than the volcano.
Kalio started fidgeting with irritation. She wanted me dead. And she knew I knew that. She wanted Lanerd dead. She wanted all of our family dead if possible. The only exception was mother. She was kind only to Kalio. Kalio was like a doll. A precious doll compared to the rest of the rags.
"Thalia, you must find the... Staff of Majere."