The Mystic rode into the village on a grizzly bear, ready to do battle with who ever wanted to challenge his might. There were no takers. Nobody was stupid enough to attack a Mystic riding a grizzly bear. There is the might of the bear, and the Magic of the Mystic, an unbeatable duo.

The Mystic rode the bear right to the chiefs hut and placed himself right in front of the front door.

“Come out and be judged, ” he yelled. “You have violated the laws and must be held accountable.”

The Mystic waited a few minutes and decided he had waited long enough. He raised his staff, the end of which was a brilliant white crystal. A bright light flashed and all was wiped out in a blaze of white. When people’s vision came back the door on the chiefs hut was nothing but a pile of ash.

“Come out or I’m coming in after you,” yelled the Mystic.

The chief came stumbling out the door the prostrated himself in front of the Mystic. “Please spare my life,” the chief begged.

“I’m not here to kill you, but see that you share your wealth with others. Do you promise to do so or face death?” the Mystic asked.

“Yes, yes I will share as you’ve asked.”

“See that you do!” And with that the Mystic spun the bear and ran out of the village. All knew the chief would do as promised because he held is life too greedily.