One frosty, freezing night I was saying good bye to my beautiful, clever parent, because I was going to North. Tip toeing down the long, metal train I found a soft sit I sat on it. I was ready. Few minutes later my little, brown eyes were slowly and smoothly dozing off. I slept for an hour. When I woked up I gazed at the front, there was nobody even though the journey wasn't ended. Suddenly without knowing what happened the half of the train was falling down from the black, hard, tall mountain. I climbed up and up. It was very difficult.

'' Finally I have climbed up the train, I had climbeing club at Mondays!'' I thought with relief. Calmly I walked then I saw something shiney, golden thing I walked up more faster. It was a dagger. I recinised it with something, so I opened my ancestors lost diary. My dad had copy of it. It was a key to open the treasure chest. I guest I need to find the treasure my ancestor couldn't get the treasure, because a another person was trying to get it, as well as my ancestor. They died. I need to find the treasure.

Can I?