Once upon a time, there was a kingdom that was, at all times, being attacked by beings of darkness. One day, it was attacked with such ferocity that every fighter, knight, and hero in the kingdom could hardly protect the people of the once-marvelous kingdom. This attack of pure evil lasted for months, led by the Evil King, who used magic for the wrong reasons, such as bringing back the dead. They needed reinforcements desperately, because they could do very little with their mortal blades, but when a little band of misfits came to assist them, they were rejected. Everyone despised the misfits, for they were jealous of the misfit's magic and power. One of the five misfits was an excellent stealth fighter, better than anyone else in the land, who could change his armor and weapons with his mind. One was a fantastic warlock, who was a master of fire and earth, and had learned the secret of creating life. Two twins, brother and sister, could turn into anything, living or not, as long as they were together, because their souls were connected. One misfit could heal any wound, except his own. There was also a golem, who had no special power except his strength, and the fact that he isn't human. And the last misfit, nobody has ever seen his face. He always wear a mask, and has the power of controlling people's minds. It is extremely difficult to resist his control. Everything about him is cloaked in mystery. Nobody even knew his name.

When they were rejected, they formulated a plan. They knew where the beings of darkness came from, and they knew how to get there. They got their gear, which consisted of food, water, weapons, armor, and maps. They were going to attempt defeat the Evil King, to stop his reign of terror. They all dressed as knights, and snuck out of the kingdom, unnoticed by the guards. They shed their knight armor, which was big and bulky. Their flexible armor was much better. They began their journey to the evil kingdom, fighting a few monsters along the way. They traveled for a day or so when they came about several huge mountains. They had to get through them all to reach the kingdom that was sending the monsters to their home. There were two ways to get through them. You could climb them, or go through the maze of tunnels to reach the other side. There would be monsters both ways. You could easily get lost in the tunnels, but climbing the mountains would be extremely dangerous. As they were deciding, a nearby storm suddenly picked up, and that decided them.

They decided to go through the tunnels, because they didn't want to risk the treacherous mountain pass in the storm. As they were going into the tunnel, there was a loud booming sound. The mountain had been struck by lightning, and an avalanche was headed straight at them. The stealth fighter, the shape-shifter brother, and the mind controller ran to the cover of the tunnels, while the warlock, the shape-shifter sister, and the healer were grabbed by the golem, and he protected them. After the dust settled, they saw that the avalanche had blocked the tunnel entrance. The mind controller used telepathy to tell the warlock that those in the tunnel were uninjured. The warlock told him that they must continue on their journey, and wished them luck. The mind controller led the others into the tunnels, while the warlock led the healer, the golem, and the sister into the mountains.

This story is the tale of the warlock's journey to take the healer, the sister, and the golem through the mountains to save their kingdom, while their friends go through the tunnels under the mountains to save the kingdom as well. After they were separated, they had to move fast. They didn't know how long their kingdom could hold off from the attacks. They began upward along the mountain path, but it was difficult with the raging storm. They spent an entire day climbing a section of a mountain that normally would have taken only a few hours. The storm lasted for a week, and only stopped just after they got past the first mountain. Sadly, there were three mountains. Nobody was really hurt, except for cuts and bruises, which the healer fixed soon enough. It wasn't until the second mountain that anything bad really happened.

Little did they know, the second mountain was inhabited. By thousands upon thousands of goblins. And the goblins did not like visitors. They were small creatures, the smaller than a human, with teeth and fingernails like knives. Also, their stench, well... was absolutely putrid. You could barely keep consciousness when you were around them. And trust me, you could tell if they were within 100 yards of you. The warlock, the golem, and the healer all helped out, but sadly the sister had no way of using her power, since she was separated from her brother, so she helped another way. Luckily, she was very clever. She quickly calculated the fastest and safest route to the other side of the mountain with just a glance at the map. Her cleverness saved them all when the goblins found them. They were not twenty feet up the mountain when they were ambushed by about 30 goblins with large swords and bows. They were greatly outnumbered, so they did what they asked. Within a hour, they were tied to thick tree branches, and hung over a large fire. The warlock didn't burn through the ropes, because they were outnumbered, and would likely be killed. The golem, however, had been shoved in a large hole, since it was not edible, so it couldn't help them escape.

The sister began talking about how polite the goblins were, and how she would very much not like to be eaten. The goblins talked it over, and, not being very smart, they untied them. Right on top of the fire. The warlock quickly put out the fire with his powers, and the healer healed them all from their minor burns. The goblins were enraged, because they hate magic, so they attacked. The healer went to help the golem out of the pit, while the others fought. The golem was out of the large hole, and quickly stomped on the remaining goblins.

After this ordeal, everyone was in a terrible mood. They all missed their friends in the tunnels. The sister missed her brother, the healer and the warlock missed the masked man and the fighter, and of course the golem missed nobody. Because he is a golem. They spent an entire day camping at the foot of the third mountain, eating and sulking. Well, the golem didn't eat, because he doesn't need food.

The third mountain was the steepest, and was full of natural problems. There were steep, wet slopes, quicksand, and wild animals, of the large and dangerous variety. They made the warlock lead, then the sister, the healer, and in the back was the golem. The golem was in the back, because the sister pointed out that if the golem got in quicksand, it could never get out, because it was so large. The warlock could use fire to heat up the quicksand, so it would be hard and solid. They reached the top without much trouble, but when they looked down, the journey ahead was much steeper than on the way up. The sister was sad, because she could have turned into a large bird and flown someone down the mountain, if only her brother was there.

They were halfway down, and when they stopped to eat, they all began to sink. The warlock hardened the quicksand around the golem, so the golem did not become submerged. The healer had grabbed onto a tree branch, which was conveniently low. The sister had been pulled up by the golem, so they were safe. They ran around the quicksand and grabbed the healer, and pulled him up. The warlock, however, was stuck. He was too busy saving the golem that he didn't have time to save himself. The golem grabbed his shoulders, and tried to pick him up, but he was already too deep. All the warlock had time to say was 'water' before his mouth went under. The golem ran to a river, scooped up a large handful of water with his enormous hands, and dumped it on the warlock. The quicksand was loose now, and they could pull the warlock out of it. They were all saved!

They were almost down the last mountain, when they saw three people standing at the bottom. They raced down, and the warlock embraced the fighter, the sister hugged the brother, and the healer stood awkwardly next to the masked man. Then, they were all promptly picked up and hugged by the golem. The healer relieved them all of their ailments and injuries, and they headed towards the Evil Kingdom. They had no time to lose.

They reached the Kingdom within an hour, and they stopped and rested. Then they ambushed the King's Palace. They all expected to fight some of the King's minions, but the King fought them himself. The golem used brute force to attack, but the King dodged his blows. The warlock used fire to attack, but the King deflected all of it. The healer did nothing but heal wounds, while the twins turned into many different animals (and boulders) and attacked. All the while, the masked man tried to weaken the King's mind, but the King was too strong, too smart for the misfits. While they were fighting, the healer stood up, ran over to the battle, and punched the King square in the face. The King did nothing to stop him, for the King underestimated the poor little boy that can't fight. But that punch was not just any old punch. When his fist hit the King's face, the King was blown back, sparks of magic appeared in the air, and the King hit the wall of the palace. The entire palace crumbled, and the misfits ran away to avoid being crushed. When the dust cleared, out of the rubble emerged a young boy, around the age of seven. The King. They all had realized what had just happened.

He, the healer, the non-fighter, the worthless teenager, had healed the King's soul.

The King had returned to an age before he became evil. When he was just a child.

The person who everyone least expected saved the land. Not the soldiers. Not the twins, or the masked man. Not the fighter, or me, the warlock. The healer. The healer saved us all.