The Arctic Journey ( A DnD Story)

Dinner a Show and...Fire!!!

A lot has happened in between entries, so I will just start with the beginning. I woke up roughly two days ago knowing that that day I was going to find the "Key Boy." I waited at the city gate for roughly an hour before I caught a glimpse of him. His skin was fare and his hair looked soft and silky. He had the look on his face like he was a man on the mission. And the confidence in his eyes, it was awe inspiring. I snapped out of my state of oblivion and walked over to greet him.
"You wouldn't happen to be the traveler, would you?"
The boy looked confused, and glanced around. Finally he replied with, "Well, yes I am. But there seems to be many travelers here arriving for your city's festival." Sarcasm seemed to explode from his mouth.
I realized what a dumb question that was.
"I-I'm sorry," I stammered, "I'm looking for a boy with some kind of key or something."
His eyes lit up.
"You mean this?" He held out his hand and I shaw a flash of light. In the place of nothing, a key shaped sword appeared in his hand.
"Wo!" I said in awe. "How did you..."
"It's a intelligent weapon," he cut me off. "It can disappear and reappear at my will."
"That's amazing!" I replied gleefully.
"By the way, the name's Arsonist."
I walked him around the city and showed him some hot spots (the monastery, town haul, the marketplace, ect). We ran into an old friend of mine in the marketplace, Z'all. Z'all had known me since I was a little girl. He helped me with feeling accepted, me being half-frost elf and him being a half-elf. Even though we celebrate our diversity in the villages, being neither full human nor frost elf, I felt alone growing up with the other kids in the monastery. When I met Z'all, I saw that he was like me, and seeing him becoming successful with his market stall gave me hope for my future. We chatted for a while about the feast we were going to have that night. While talking, Z'all mentioned that his favorite customer Frank was arriving for the feast. Frank had a notorious record for being quite dumb and gullible, which is why Z'all liked to scam him so much.
"You should leave that poor fool alone," I said firmly.
"Ha," Z'all laughed, "You're the fool if you think that I'll stop."
I opened my mouth to argue, but decided to keep my mouth shut, knowing it was pointless. All three of us traversed to the feast where we met up with a very hungry Frank. Fish was the main meal on the menu and it was no disappointment. The flavor was so savory! I was eating so vigorously I was shocked when Z'all stood up and screamed, "Fire!" I stammered back and fell out of my chair. I turned my head to see a house bursting into flames. Let's make something perfectly clear. I'm half-frost elf. Just being close to a campfire makes me uncomfortable. My body already has a weakness to flames, and my mind already had a fear of fire. One instant in my childhood destroyed my mental state when fire is near. I was caught in a small fire in the monastery when I was a little girl. I was burned with a fiery piece of wood on my back. The burning was agonizingly painful. If it wasn't for Monk Tiera's training, I would have probably killed myself from the pain. Luckily Monk Tiera had some healing water for my burns. The scar it left healed, but still aches. However, my emotional scar from that instance did not heal. When I saw this fire, I grabbed Arsonist's hand and ran away from the house. He pulled his arm back and ran toward the flame. I took one look back, and kept running. I ran. I ran faster than I knew I could. Tears formed in my eyes. I stopped in my tracks and stared down at the ground.

"You coward," I thought. "He, a foreigner in these lands, has more courage than you."

I wrestled within my mind. Fear and action were conflicting in my head.

Finally something snapped.

"NO!" my voice roared.
"I see the truth now. What a fool I've been," I screamed inside.

"If I haven't the courage to face this fire, how could I ever be brave enough to face, HIM!"

I charged back toward the building on fire. I snatched a handful of snow and helped Arcenist, Z'all, and Frank put out the flames. With a little of Arsonist's key's magic, the flames were put out with snow. We took a minute to make sure everyone was okay. It seemed like only a moment later when I noticed black hooded figures running into a small building. I pointed them out to the group and we ran for the house.

I opened the door to find an empty room. We looked around the room and I found a hidden trap door. I went down first with Arcenist behind me, Z'all behind Arcenist, and Frank behind Z'all. We went down the ladder until we hit a solid floor. Before us lay a dark hallway. Arsonist and Frank were having trouble seeing in this dark, dank hall, but Z'all and I have elvish blood to aid us with our eyesight. We went down the hall and found a door. We all edged up to the door and listened in to a conversation on the other side

"The burning was quite successful. Sent all the elves running, we did!"

"Yeah, just twenty-two more days until the festival, and BAM! The elf's dead."

I conspired with my comrades, discussing our next course of action. Then, suddenly, Frank hits the floor and passes out. I felt my eyes growing heavy, and my legs feeling limp. I hit the ground with a thud and everything went black...