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She flew north, toward a great mountain. She got cold because the landscape was covered with ice. Painful memories reappeared. When she was very young, she and her grandfather were on vacation in Antarctica. It was almost as cold there as it was here, her grandpa had dearly embraced her and increased his aura. His aura was always so warm, and good-natured, really comfortable, they sat together on the cold floor and fell asleep, but that was over, now he was no longer there. Night after night, she met him in a dream, had seen his face, had heard him laugh, but every time she woke up with memories that hurt her because she knew that he was no longer there. An ice cold wind was blowing. Pan was now back in the real world, in her dream world, her grandpa was with her, and her father was still alive. But now she saw reality, she was alone, and no one could help her, her grandpa was no longer there, her father was dead, and her mother probably didn't know that she was gone, or maybe she?She had lost all of her time. Now Pan struggled through the snow storm and finally stopped in front of a grotto. She had already heard of it, its name was, the grotto of the dead souls, the mountain on which it was called, the mountain of the damned and in the grotto, the monster of death is supposed to live, many shudder stories turned around this grotto, and even Pan felt cold, how could you give a cave such a name? But it was also said that if you defeated the monster in a fight, you would get the robber's treasure from The Damned Island, also such a stupid story the miners told their children that they didn't go up here. But still, they were known all over the country. "Pull yourself together, you have to go through there," Pan said to herself. She walked slowly inside, it was so dark that she could no longer see her own hand in front of her eyes. And the storm that raged outside scared her, it seemed as if the stone couldn't withstand this storm, there were scratches everywhere where the snow came through."I am with you and I want to guide you," said someone. Pan recognized the voice immediately, it was her grandpa, who else? She reached out her hand and another Warm Hand clutched hers. Pan felt secure, this feeling, she only knew from old times when she had often played outside with her grandpa, but it was over and he was only there to help her at that moment, he would never go back for good she knew that, for a brief moment she asked herself the question: Can I actually still trust him? but this question erased her memory. Of course she could trust him, he was her grandpa, you the only one she had ever trusted. Pan closed his eyes and let himself be guided, they turned left and right a few times. "You can open your eyes," said her grandfather's voice, and for a brief moment she hoped that he would now stand in front of her and hug her, but he wasn't there. She was standing in a room. A small lamp protruded from the golden ceiling, the walls were also made of gold, and the floor, as much as she could see, was made of pure silver.Through the glossy walls, the light was evenly distributed in the room, but it still dazzled. There was also a kind of disco ball hanging from the ceiling, which also passed the light on, so the light was finally distributed in every corner. But it was dazzling, so that she narrowed her eyes to winder slits that you could just barely see. Someone was standing in front of her, but she did not recognize who it was. pan only felt the weak ki. "I am the monster of death, I think you've heard of me" it imagined, the voice sounded harsh and angry. The monster actually existed, Pan ran cold down her spine, her heart began to beat violently, and the hair on the back of her neck rose up, she couldn't see what it looked like, but it was big. "I know," she said in a contemptuous tone, at least she tried to avoid sounding like she was about to piss herself in fear. "What are you doing here, you brat, you have no respect for me," said the monster angrily at Pan's tone.“Let's start, or should I put down roots here?” Pan sounded convincingly contemptuous and angry, but at heart, she was so afraid that she would like to run away, but she did it for her grandpa, for her father and for himself. Pan started a Kame Hame Ha, but it bounced against the wall opposite and flew across the room as if it were will. "Are you crazy?" the monster asked angrily, and caught the energy beam. Both were moving so fast that you couldn't see them with the naked eye. they hit each other with their left fists, the mountain shuddered from the shock wave, and small chunks of rock fell from the ceiling. Now it was enough. Pan stopped while the monster of death kept going to knock her down. But Pan always took a step to the side and didn't bother too much. It was a lot about, it lay exhausted on the floor. Pan could only see him blurred because the light was blinding. Now she took her chance and attacked, she kicked him with a foot Kik, so that he ricocheted off the next wall.So that she was sure that he wouldn't get up again, she gave him another kick, she leaned over him. He was passed out. Pan went contentedly to a small door, which she opened, after all she was standing in one room, it wasn't as bright as the other, so that one could open the problem of the eyes. The Dragon Ball stood on a pillar in the middle of the room. Carelessly she went closer, stepping on a button, arrows shot at her, from both walls, and even from the ceiling, there was no escape. but she cleverly fended off all arrows, but did not notice that just now one was coming from behind. The arrow shot toward her like a cat toward a mouse. Startled, she turned around. Pan had heard a hiss. She stared unbelievably at the arrow that was already touching her. But at the last moment, he turned and stabbed another arrow. "Thank you," Pan said quietly, because she knew it had been her grandpa, he was always with her, he had promised that, so it could only be him.She took the dragon ball and went outside. It wasn't long before she was there, the snow storm was gone and the sun was shining. Now she had a dragon ball, the one with the 5 stars. "Great, five is my lucky number," she laughed, looking at the radar.




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