~The Call of the Wizards~

The temple was in ruins, the walls cracked and covered with moss, but the air was still thick with magic. Ameilia had defeated the mercenaries, but now she found herself facing a group of ancient wizards.

The wizards were not like any other magic user Ameilia had ever seen. They had long white beards, flowing robes, and eyes that glowed with a strange light. They were guardians of the kingdom's knowledge, the protectors of its secrets. 

But now they stood before Ameilia, their staffs pointed at the floor, their faces twisted with anger. "You have no business here, mortal," said the oldest wizard. " This place is cursed. Leave now or face our wrath.

Ameilia had no intention of leaving. She knew that if she were to find the lost kingdom's treasures, she would have to uncover its secrets. She knew the wizards possessed the knowledge that she sought. 

"I will not leave without the information I seek," Ameilia replied, her own staff raised. "I have traveled too far, faced too many dangers, to be turned away now." 

The wizards looked at each other, their faces grim. "Then you will have to face the consequences," said one of them. With a flick of their wrists, a bolt of magic raced towards Ameilia.

Ameilia was quick, but not quick enough. The bolt struck her, sending a wave of pain through her body. She stumbled, her staff clattering to the floor.

As she struggled to stand, the wizards advanced, their staffs raised. Ameilia knew that the only way to survive was to use the temples ancient magic. 

She closed her eyes, taking a deep breath, and began chanting the ancient spells she has learned. The temple shook, the air crackled with magic, and the wizards were stunned.

Ameilia seized the moment, picking up her staff sending a bolt of magic in the wizards' direction. She managed to strike one of the wizards, who stumbled, then collapsed to the ground.

The remaining wizards were determined to take revenge for their fallen comrade, but they were no match for Ameilia's spells and magic. One by one, they fell, their staffs clattering to the floor. 

Ameilia emerged victorious once again and continued walking through the ancient kingdom.