With Peter's sensitive ears, he ran towards the direction where the most sounds were coming from. Along the way,he met Beasts running for their lives. Before he came in contact with a beast, he leaped up in the air, over the trees and landed on the other side, then he kept running.If he saw that a beast was too dangerous, he had to kill it because he knew his friends were still out there. Finally, Peter reached the place where the noise was coming from and he saw a huge monster made of stones.It was a Golem. Golems were monsters made of stones and larva was their inner fuel. They usually stay asleep for a long time until something wakes them up. In this case, another monster had woken the Golem up and it had already been defeated by the Golem.When Peter arrived, the Golem spotted Peter and with its anger, it was ready to crush him.' This is bad, if this Golem leaves this forest, then it will head straight to the kingdom and many souls will die. I won't let that happen.' Peter thou
Peter clutched his magic staff tight as he stood at the entrance of the dark and ominous dungeon in the heart of the woods. The forest was silent, except for the distant hoot of an owl. The air was thick with anticipation as Peter pushed forward, ready to face whatever was lurking inside.As he entered the dungeon, the eerie silence was soon shattered by the sound of growling. In the shadows, Peter could see the distinct outline of a large beast waiting to attack. Peter prepared himself, gripping his staff tightly.He closed his eyes, focusing on the crystals that adorned his staff. The yellow Crystal glowed brightly, as he aimed his staff at the monster. With a flick of his wrist, he cast a fire spell at the beast.The monster roared in pain as it was consumed by the flames, thrashing around wildly. Peter was quick to take advantage of the situation. He struck the monster with his staff, the green crystal glowing brightly as he hit the creature. The beast immediately turned into a pi
Peter had spotted the compass and without hesitation, Peter reached out and plucked the compass from its resting place.As soon as he held it in his hands, an unexpected sensation coursed through his body. The needle of the compass began to spin wildly, pointing in a different direction every few seconds.Peter furrowed his brow, confused and intrigued by the mysterious device. He knew that the compass was more than just a simple tool, and that it held the key to unlocking the secrets of the mission.Following the direction of the needle, Peter set off deeper into the dungeon, his heart pounding with excitement and trepidation. He moved quickly, ducking and weaving through dark corridors and narrow passageways, always keeping a watchful eye for any danger that might appear.As he approached a hidden chamber deep within the dungeon, Peter felt a sense of overwhelming fear wash over him. The compass in his hand trembled, its needle pointing directly towards the chamber.With a deep brea
A while ago, Peter had been walking through the thick snow, his boots sinking deep with each step. His breath came out in puffs and his nose was numb from the cold. He had been walking for what felt like an eternity and he was beginning to think he would never find shelter.Just as he was about to give up hope, he spotted a cozy looking house nestled amongst the trees. His heart lifted at the sight and he quickened his pace, eager to get inside.He pushed the creaky front door open and was welcomed by the warm glow of a fire burning in the hearth. The smell of coffee filled the air, and he could hear the gentle clinking of a spoon against a mug.A man sat hunched over a small table, surrounded by stacks of books and papers. He looked up at Peter, a gentle smile spreading across his face."Hello, Peter," the man said. "I've been expecting you."Peter was taken aback. He had never met this man before, yet he knew his name. How was that possible?The old man stood up and walked over to
Peter stirred in his sleep as the cold bucket of water hit him square in the face. He jolted upright, gasping for air and frantically wiping the water from his eyes."Come on, young one," the monk's voice was calm but stern. "You know the rules. No sleeping till sunrise."Peter groaned as he tried to shake the sleep from his mind. This was the fourth time that he had been awoken with a bucket of water. He knew he had to do better, but the soft blankets and warm pillow were a constant temptation."Sorry, sorry," Peter muttered as he clambered out of bed. "I'll do better."The monk nodded, his eyes examining Peter with a hint of concern. "You're here to find your true self. To do that, you must be disciplined and committed. We only have a limited amount of time here, and every moment is precious."Peter nodded. He knew the monk was right. He was here for a reason, to find his inner strength, to learn to meditate, and to become a better wielder of the sword of truth. But old habits were
' It's been two weeks of me sweeping and cleaning this temple but this old man hadn't returned the compass and map to me… haven't I worked enough? Haven't I trained enough?' Peter was thinking these thoughts as he swept the yard, just then the old man called his name from inside the temple. When entered Peter entered the temple, he heard the monk's voice. Are you ready for the challenge? The elderly monk stood at the center of the temple's training grounds, surrounded by the scent of incense. His eyes were closed as he meditated, his hands clasped together in front of him.Peter approached him, taking slow and cautious steps. This was the moment he had been training for during the past two weeks. He was nervous, but he was also excited for the challenge that lay ahead."Master," he said, bowing respectfully. "I am ready to face your challenge."The monk opened his eyes and nodded. "Very well," he said. "You know the rules. You have until the sand in this hourglass runs out to land t
Peter had been heading to God knows where, lost in his thoughts. But what called his attention was a girl who laid down in the middle of the woods.It seemed as if she was dead, passed out or badly injured.Peter ran towards the girl and knelt beside her. " Hey are you okay?" Peter asked, turning the girl's body which was facing the other way.When the girl's body turned around, her eyes were open and she looked Peter straight in the eye before pinning a poisoned needle in his arm.Peter leaped behind, away from the girl who stood up to continue with her mission. " Peter, I have been searching for you for so long. The change in your looks made it harder to find you." The girl said, referring to Peter's shaved hair." But however I did find you and it's time for you to die." The girl said.Peter's vision was already getting blurry as he struggled to hear what the girl was saying. Peter activated his kwi and immediately, the poison stopped affecting him.Peter stood up after feeling bet
Peter followed Monica into the castle. It was a grand, old building filled with paintings, chandeliers, and grand staircases. He was in awe of the architecture and the elegance of everything around him.As they made their way into the main hall, Monica's family appeared before them. They were dressed in fine clothes, and their faces lit up with everything from curiosity to relief to joy as they saw that their long-lost daughter had returned."Monica, my darling!" exclaimed the Queen, her voice thick with emotion as she rushed to embrace her daughter. "We've been so worried about you!"" Mum, Dad…" Monica shouted as she saw her parents.The King came up to her as well, and gave her a huge hug.The three hugged for a while before the king looked at Peter and asked." May I know you boy?" " He is Peter, father. He saved my life and brought me here…" Monica replied "Thank you, Peter, for bringing her back to us. We'll forever be in your debt."Peter looked slightly taken aback, and he