The mildewy texture of the cave wall lit up as Reed and Isabella walked around the corner with their flashlights. They had been wandering for hours, and it was probably dark outside. Drip, drop. Water fell from the ceiling of the cave, and it broke the rhythm of the steady tread of their feet.

            “I’m getting hungry,” nine-year-old Reed whined to his sister, Isabella.

            “Oh, get over it, kid,” she replied. Being a couple years older, she considered herself much wiser and more mature than he. “I’m gonna find this treasure,” she shined the flashlight at his face, making him squint his eyes. “Ever since Old Ferdi told me about it, I haven’t told anyone else—until you found out. You’re a sneak, you know that?”

            On and on they trudged through the cave’s winding passages, until they finally reached a corridor which, as Isabella saw, could lead them anywhere spectacular. Or, as Reed thought of it, could lead to any disaster.

            “We’ll go this way,” Isabella pointed to the right.

            Reed hung his head, ready to go back home to eat his supper. His stomach had been growling forever. Isabella felt confident she had taken the right turn. On the other hand, Reed was sure he never felt hungrier. Finally, the end of the passageway came into sight, and Isabella leaped forward gleefully.

            “It’s here!” She ran to the end of the passageway which opened into a grand cavern. Pools of water glistened against the faint glow of her flashlight, and her voice echoed in the room, “Look Reed! Look Reed! Look! There’s the treasure chest!” She scurried forward to open it, yet when she did, she simply found a single piece of paper with tiny lines scribbled all over it. She gasped, turning to Reed, “It’s a map!”