The amulet

Jack crawled out of some cold, snow-covered bushes. It was dark and he could barely see anything. He could hear some scary noises. It was close to him, he was scared. He could hear footsteps and talking, and could almost feel their breaths. He could not do anything except for running. After a mile or so, he could see light from a large house. When he got closer, he could hear laughter and singing. He assumed that it was a bar and chose to look inside. When he opened the door, there was good music. He stepped inside, and it all went silent. The music stopped and everybody looked at the little fellow, jack. He looked around, and everybody was some kind of titans. They were about 3 meters high, muscular and ripped. He was a little scared, and slowly walked out of the door again. It did not take long time, before the biggest of the titans yelled: “you must be Jack” and everybody cheers for the little boy. They gave him a warm welcome, and he was told that he has been send to Phitta, by the king. His job was to find the missing amulet. Jack could not understand how he could end up in this world, and how he could help finding an lost amulet. It was only a matter of seconds before a carriage pulled by two majestic white horses, stopped outside the house. A large man walked out of the wagon, he was wearing elegant clothes, had a crown on his head, and was carrying a scepter in his right hand. When he walked into the bar, everyone bended. He introduced himself for Jack, and he found out that he was the king of the islands of Phitta. A week ago, the king’s wife was killed and her magical amulet was stolen from her. No one on the island was sly enough to steal it, and if the wrong person got it, it would cause a 100-year long war between the good and evil. There was no time to waste, so they jumped into the carriage and they hurried for the mountains up north. Jack thought: “Was it just a coincidence that he was the chosen one, because he had never done anything in his life except for gaming. How could it be that out of all people, he was the chosen one?” He could not find a better explanation than that it was random. After an hour or so, they finally arrived to the mountains. The guards where heavily armed, because it was a dangerous place at night. There was rattling in the woods, and there was no more light than from the guards torches. The leader of the group said that there is still a long way left, so we would build a camp and get some sleep. Even though it was only a few hours sleep, it was well earned after a tough day. They continued their hiking. In the sunlight, the forest looked normal, but the animals where different from the ones in Denmark. There was a griffin sitting on a cliff, and a talking rabbit, nothing like Denmark or the earth for that matter. After a couple of hours, they arrived. There was a small cave, with armed centaur guards. The king handed Jack an invisible cloak, so he could sneak into the cave. Jack still hat to be quiet, because it did not absorb sounds. It was easy to get through the first guards, but he was not prepared for the caves many tunnels. He walked into the first tunnel, and walked for a very long time, until he returned to his start point. The second tunnel went deep. There began to get moister on the ground and it got warmer. After half an hour, he arrived at a big hall. It was crowded with trolls and centaurs, and in the middle, there stood a smith with a big amulet. Jack sneaked into the crowd, but by a mistake, he tripped and hit a troll. It yelled “who was that!”, and there began to run guards into the room. Jack knew he had to be fast, so he ran to the smith, and took the amulet from his hand. He ran as fast as he could, out of the cave. When he finally made it out he got an applause by the king and they rode away quick. He was followed to the bushes he came from, and promised the king never to tell anyone about Phitta. He the portal to his own house in Denmark, I still wonder if he will ever visit Phitta again.