I slam my staff on the ground and flames reach out to the orc and burns him along his arms. He howl's out in anguish, and anger and starts to come to me and swings his sword down upon my head. I duck down pushing my staff upward into his chest. He missed me with the sword, and I hear the sizzle, and smell of burning flesh. My new found weapon has burned its way through the center of his body. Finally, the large orc falls to the ground next to the kitchen table.
I run to my mother and as our eyes look at each other she says, "I'm so proud of you my young one, but it seems my time has come to join the Hist." I shake my head and tears begin to fill my eyes..., but then i feel a surge of energy go through me and into my hands.