Personal Narrative: The Wave

I am standing on a ledge, nearly tripping off, surrounded by the depths of the ocean. According to me the world cannot end, but reality is never what you think. The entire world is currently under the grasp of Mistress Ice, inside her Nation or so-called kingdom. My job is simple, go kill her and save the Earth. Sounds pretty heroic right, yep, it’s easier said than done! I have been asking myself that ‘why me?’ I hate Ice! She has practically sunk the entire world, but she has left small ledge for me to give myself a pre-battle pep talk. First ice ledges surrounded by piranhas, serious loyal creatures you know. Then the mirror maze, worst of all comes last of all, the Wave. Okay after just three horrifying obstacles that can nearly kill you,
I swallowed gulps of salty water and struggled my way up to the next obstacle. When I come to think of it, there seemed to be times when swimming was a famous sport done for fun and pleasure. I moved in to the mirror maze. I bumped my head so many times, I lost count. I noticed that the gate into the Wave was a still water shower. Unfortunately the water was so still it looked liked the other mirror. You have to use your touch and hearing senses since your eyes will only confuse you. I finally found my way out of the maze after some time, which seemed like hours. The Wave as I told before, was the worst of all obstacles. Mistress Ice’s favorite test .It tests your ability to control your mind including your emotions, actions and feelings .The Wave does not mean water, it gives you torture waves is sent to your subconscious state of mind that creates nightmares. To pass the test you have to control your mind and find your way out of the nightmares. I try my luck and after hours of torture the answer hit me; I just have to ignore the nightmares. I do exactly that and the find my way in. I am finally
I see Ice standing in front of me with an evil grin spreading across her face .Her blonde hair falls straight down her back with her blue cape trailing her as she goes. She says ‘ So it’s a small twelve –year old who’s come to face me off, huh’. Either her line is very rude or I am just very angry with her and I replied, “ How does it matter to you whether you fall by a twelve year old or a twenty year old. That must have hit her hard as she whipped up her blades and started swing on me. I saw the chandelier suspension right above her and took out my catapult, she realized it a second later but a second was too late I let the stone fly and the chandelier fell right on her crushing her bones and heart to