The beginning

 We  were up early the next morning.  Aryak hustled us out the door.   He pushed us toward the dock, and we were off.  It took us  about a day to reach the dock.  We rented  a boat and we started rowing.
 

 We rowed for around six days.  Finally we reached a high wall.  According to the map that Aryak had given us, this was Daarwyn.  Inscribed on the bottom of the map was a sentence in ancient handwriting.  It read: Survival of the fittest.
 

 The heavy gate swung open.  We pushed the boat into the ship yard.  A couple men boarded, and then one by one knocked us out.
 
 

 We regained consciousness in a long hall.  Shadows leapt across the wall as if trying to escape.  In front of us, on  an wickedly carved throne, sat a man (If you could call him that) It could only be the lord of this land.  I thought back to what Aryak had told us.  We had to bring him  the golden dragon.  An ancient statue in the shape of a dragon.   “Welcome to the house of the golden dragon,” he called “Obviously, I could kill you, but that wouldn’t be any fun, now would it?  So I will send you out to the furthest reaches of  Daarwyn.  Each of you shall carry a section of this map, and the weapons that you carry now.  And remember, Survival of the fittest!” He started laughing cruelly as the guards beat us into unconsciousness.  As we were going out, we heard him say, “Aryak sent a bunch of children to defeat me? HA!”
 
 
 

     The werewolf
 
 
 
 

     I slowly regain consciousness and looked around.      was in a small hut, and according to the map, I was in the     valley of  the dead.  Great.  All I carried was a sword that would    destroy magical objects.  I walked out of the hut.  Children! He had called  us children.  I guess it was sort of true.  We are all about fifteen years old.   I was in a deep valley,  with nothing but field as far as I could see.  My mind flashed to Dewlor.  I hoped he was okay.
 
 

 It  had been an hour until I saw the first of the dead.  He staggered up to me brandishing a battle axe.  I  kicked him in the jaw and grabbed his axe.  Luckily these weren’t deathless warriors.  I sliced his head off.  Suddenly a band of them ran out of the mist.  I slashed again and again, but with each one I killed, two more ran out of the mist.  I swung at one and cut through his neck.  One of them grabbed  the axe.  I unsheathed the sword and  slashed at the  warriors, they kept coming.  Finally I ran.  I ran and ran, but all of the sudden the ground dropped out from under me.   I landed in a pool of water.  The stench stung my nose.  One of the  zombies dropped a torch down to me.  The torch hit the liquid and I cried out as it exploded in a cloud of fire.   I leapt out of the flaming pool.  My sword roared with flames.  I struck again and again at the zombies.  When I cut one, they caught fire and burnt  all the others.   I struck again and again until all the warriors  were vanquished.   I could barely stand,  my mind was reeling with pain.  I  was scorched and bleeding.  My clothes had been ripped off, so I was freezing too.   I stumbled on for a couple hours until I reached the cabin, there I found some clothes.  I put them on and collapsed.
 

 In the morning I set out  for the mountains.
 

   The Elf
 

 I  came to by a lake.  It stretched
 out until it reached the wall.  I looked at my
piece of the map.  In the middle of the lake it said
‘The shark prince’  “It can’t be!” I wondered aloud.
“What can’t be?” asked a voice, “The shark whose father
 you slayed! Well, it is.  Now prepare to die”  I unsheathed my sword.   The prince pulled out a whip and walked onto the land.  He must have been half  sea elf or something.  I looked at his whip.  If it touched me, I’d be liquefied and transformed into water.   I threw my sword to the ground.  No way I was going to chance it getting waterized.  I  tried to pull the whip away by the handle.  I grazed the bottom of it with my knuckles.  Suddenly the whip began to melt. I looked at my hand.  I was wearing my melting  ring.   I leapt back, picked up my sword and  sung down.   A flash of blue flame leapt from the sword and surrounded the shark prince. Then there was nothing left of him but ashes, which I sprinkled into the lake.