"The roads grew too hard.
It bacame too dark for Sarava to see."
"Will you give up this easly…?"
"Following her map, Saravá stepped onto a clearing, where she finally spotted the golden flower."
"With trembling hands, she carefully packed it away."
"She ran home as fast as her legs would carry her, and handed it to the wizard."
"After grinding it into a tonic, they fed it to sickly Zarathustra."
"Ouch... My head... Is it mealtime yet?"
"Im glad you're OK brother!"
happy forever after