"And I suppose that's it!" Mistro said, sticking his arms out as if expecting a hug or something along those lines. 

"What about that?" A man pointed out to Mistro. He cursed under his breath, as he didnt want to go there and potentially see something he didnt need to see.

"This, people," Mistro said. "Is the ancient museum."

...

Mistro said things about the artifacts as much as his new identity would allow him to without breaking his cover. Mistro stumbled across the last artifact.

"And this is a-" Mistro stammered as he looked at the board that had information that usually wasnt true anyways. The board read:

Prince of Pompeii

This Prince wasn't very greedy and power hungry. He attempted to help people who were injured to rafts that would otherwise be inaccessible. His attempts were futile, since all the people in Pompeii, land or sea, suffered from the ashen rage of Vesuvius.

Mistro stared at the sign, angered at its stupidity and inaccuracy. He looked at what they claimed to be the Prince's body. He turned towards the the people and gave a shaky smile

"Tour's over!" he said with a desperate smile. "You can all go now!"

All the people except for the rest of Mistro's party left the museum, mumbling until they exited and got onto the tour bus.

"Whats wrong?" Cody asked.

"I have a bad feeling about this 'old town'" Mistro said doing an air quotes gesture on either hand when he said old town

"What are you talking about?" Kuage wondered as he glanced at the board Mistro was in front of

"Well, this city is ancient." Mistro said. "But we were there to experience this! Everything is inaccurate just to get a quick buck. Just go on the shuttle and I'll be there in around 5 minutes."

Mistro's party walked off, worried about their former Prince. Mistro turned to the sign and ripped it off of the board, not missing a piece. He would have burned the whole city down just to give him closure, if it weren't for the fact that this was his home, like it or not.

As Mistro disposed of the sign, there was a little folded note where the sign once was.

Meet me at Vesuvius. Now. Or else the plane dies with everyone in it.

I know better than to believe this crap, Mistro thought to himself. But if I don't, apparently the shuttle with people, my new friends, and possibly me will 'die?' Im powerful, even in my technically infant stage.

Mistro ran up Mount Vesuvius tirelessly, since it was smoother than he thought. Probably because the Lava melted away all the rugged stones when it shouted all its compressed rage against the earth.

He got to the top to see... nothing? Something has to be here, he thought. There has to be something...

His thoughts were cut off by something appearing as if out of thin air and pushing him into Vesuvius.

...

I should have known better, Mistro talked to himself. The inside of Vesuvius was much more rigid than out. Mistro landed perfectly on a rock, perching on it until he felt it sliding.

He had to think of a way to escape from whatever was above, since it obviously wanted him to perish in lava again. The stone slid more when Mistro remembered what one of the Fates told him.

You will be given a sword on your neck that will upgrade when you reach closer to your goal, the Gold man's voice boomed in his head.

Mistro looked down to see a gold necklace shaped like a sword sheath with a mini sword stuck in it. Really, Mistro thought. He drew the sword and as soon as he did,It grew into a full sized version of itself

The stones slipped again, causing Mistro to nearly lose footing altogether and plummet to his final demise. He stuck the sword in a chunk of rock and it sliced through the rock like butter.

Either this sword is really powerful, Mistro wondered, or this rock is really smooth and easy to crack. No time to wonder, this platform is about to collapse.

Mistro pulled himself up only a few inches from the platform as it shattered and fell into the large orange abyss. Mistro was surprised that he could even hold his own weight. The walls were very rigid so he could get a small foothold as he took out his sword and put it in a different place. He did that, slightly curving to the edge to avoid the thing that wanted him dead.

As he reached the top, he drew his sword and charged at a hunched over thing over the rim of the volcano. It looked at him and disappeared.

"What the..?" Mistro stammered as he looked at the pillar of smoke that took the creature's place. The creature had appeared only around 10 feet away from him, Holding his hand up to the skies as if waiting for a weapon to fall in his hand. Suddenly, Mistro heard furious bubbling and felt the ground shake and rumble.

"No one calls me out on history and gets away with it!" The creature shouted. Just then, Mistro recognized who it was.

"You are willing to destroy this entire city, kill innocent people, even kill YOURSELF, JUST to kill me?"
 Mistro asked looking at the tour guide demon thing.

"Yes! Isn't it genius?"

"Fucking idiot." Mistro muttered to himself. "No! Its stupid as shit!"

"Well, either way, you die!" The man said, laughing maniacally. Mistro charged at the stupid man, who didn't bother to move. He cut the guide in half, his upper torso sliding into the lava and being immersed in lava. Mistro looked down at his golden sword to see a light blue helix swirling around his hand, up to the tip of his blade. After the helix was completely gone, the sword emitted a dim flash of white.

No time for admiring, Mistro thought to himself. He then shot down the volcano as fast as he could, which was rather fast since he was already speedy, but the declining slope made it easier and faster. He saw the plane's ramp rising just a little. Mistro got on a large rock near the plane and jumped onto the ramp as it started to rise shut. When Mistro was at a safe angle, he let go to avoid his fingers getting crushed.

Mistro plopped down next to the pilot, who was disoriented by the arrival of a late passenger. Mistro sat down in the back with his team, panting and sweating from being near the volcano's heat. His friends looked rather concerned, except for Roman. Roman didn't care. Mistro looked down at the city to see it completely fine.

I guess when i killed the guide, Mistro thought, the summoning of lava was interrupted and cancelled. 

Mistro looked at his sword curiously, trying to find a way to put it back in its mini-form. He put the tip of the blade in his necklace sheath and it shrunk and fell into the necklace.

"You guys wont believe what just happened to me" Mistro said out of breath.