by
Erik
 nce upon a time, a long time ago, about 400 years, a boy lived in an ancient village at the base of Mt. Everest. No one knows who was first in the mountain, but they did know about this boy. The boyís name was Jimmy and he lived with his parents, Mr. and Mrs. Jamal. Ever since he was born he wanted to climb the mountain. He climbed along the sides of the village and everywhere he could. When he turned thirteen years old, his parents would give him permission to climb to the top of the mountain. When he finally turned 13, it was the happiest moment of his life. The giant fire in the middle of the village keeping everyone warm went out because snow from the side of the mountain had fallen on it. The only way to get the fire back was with the legendary firestone. It rests at the top of the mountain. The village leader called an emergency assembly. He said, ìdo not worry, we must send someone to the top of the mountain to get the firestone.î Jimmy offered to go. The tikiman gave him supplies and sent him off. It was colder than ever out of the village. In a few hours nightfall came and he had to set up camp in a small cave. A blizzard came and caved him in. He was hungry and cold. He ate some of the food given to him. Back at the village, everyone worried. Everyone was cold and no one could do a thing. All hope seemed lost. In morning the blizzard had cleared and Jimmy started climbing again. It took him three days to climb to the top. Once he reached the top he found an ancient temple. He was sure the stone was in it. When he entered the temple he wasnít cold anymore. In fact he was hot. Soon he saw three stones. One blue, one red, and one yellow. When he got near the blue one he was cold. The place made him feel strange so he grabbed the red one and left. It only took him 1 day to get back. After he lit the flame they had a festival and lived a warm life. |
