The small group of teens trudged up the mountainside.
The wind was really picking up, and snow blew in their faces. Mainly the female in the front.
She had dark red hair that went halfway down her back. Her skin was rather pale, and her freckles stood out like a beetle on a snowball. Her nose was large, and she was taller than an average teen. She had the air of a leader. Her bright blue eyes scanned the steep rocks above her.
Her eyes were watering from the wind as she glanced back at the three other girls and the male following her. She stopped as she saw the youngest - a small girl with shoulder length brown hair, dull blue eyes, and tan skin - slip and fall backwards. The closest to her - a tall girl with dirty blonde hair bright blue eyes and tan skin - turned and chased after her.
The small one shrieked as she smacked her head on a patch of snow, sinking in to the deep flakes. The older one grabbed her hand and pulled her upright, struggling to keep her grip. The small one suddenly shrunk, fur sprouting all over her body. Then she was a bright red fox.

The redhead didn't look to happy. She had told them not to change, in case there were other hikers. She had also said this so they could adjust to being humans.

The blonde managed to pull her out, and carried the small one to the redhead. She took the fox cub and slipped it into her satchel. It shifted to sit comfortably, and the male protested.
"I should be in there too! So should Raven!" He said, his voice high despite his tall figure. He had short brown hair, freckles, small nose and a few wounds on his hands and face.
The older one rolled her eyes and sighed. "Fine." She said in a deep voice.
The male shrunk and grew feathers, and - now a parrot - flew into her bag with ease despite the storm.
The blonde - now identified as Raven - walked up to the redhead, and shrunk. The cream and grey cat sat, as the redhead picked her up and slipped her in the bag.
The remaining girl - a brunette with a small mouth, big eyes hazel eyes, long curly brown hair, and a small nose - caught up to the redhead and the two continued hiking up the mountain.
After about an hour, the two came across a cave. Greatful for the shelter, they began to go deeper into the darkness.
They came across a big space, and the redhead had to light a match and candle (both she got from the bag).
It was a big square room, surprisingly in good shape, with stone pillars on the sides. It probably led to more rooms, but the exits had caved in. There were a few moldy tapestries handing in the old, musty air. They went forward, and stopped at the edge of a big chunk of the floor. It was shiny, clean, and gold. They glanced at each other, and stepped forward.
They both sunk into the gold floor, and disappeared.

***

Autumn looked around, as she popped up. She was in the same room as before, but she had dropped her candle. And the room was open, with the tapestries not moldy and less torn. She stepped off the gold with Hazel, her blue eyes darting around wildly.
She looked down, admiring the black robes she now wore. She held a staff, a small black crystal in the end facing up, and still had her bag. She glanced at Hazel, who wore clothing that was more elvish then dwarven, as it had been when they hiked up the hill. Hazel smiled and grew, and turned into a beautiful brown horse. Autumn climbed on, securing herself on the horse's back. Turkey (they all believed the name fit him well, for he made a noise constantly that meant "legend of the turkey" to a class they had once been in) fluttered out of her bag, and landed in her shoulder.

She made Hazel turn and she began to trot down the path she had come from, Hazel's hoofs clacking on the stone floor. They came out and Hazel began to climb down the mountain with ease. Autumn ran her fingers through her hair, which was now black. She admired its silkiness, and sighed. She placed her hand on her bag, the other hanging loosely hanging at her side. She scanned the landscape as they descended. She saw a grey figure heading towards the mountain. She narrowed her eyes, trying to make it out. But her eyesight was not the best. She looked at Turkey, who was watching the figure carefully. The small parrot took off, and flew down to examine the grey shape.

When he returned, he landed upon Autumn's shoulder and said in a high, quavery voice, "You shall not pass!" Autumn smiled, knowing that who was down there, even though he had yet to say it.

When they reached the bottom, the man had stopped. He waited for them, keeping his distance. Autumn directed Hazel away from the grey-haired wizard. He began to follow them upon his horse. Autumn nudged Hazel, who began to gallop faster. The man still followed.