You motion at the treasure pile and your sister nods.  Good, she can shut up for once!

You both go over to explore the treasure pile.  You pick through all sorts of discarded ornate armor, coins, chalices, and you find an odd magic wand.  It has two handles.  You hold on with both hands, pointing it at the dragon, thinking “Fireball!  Lightning bolt!  Reduce!”, but nothing happens.

Your sister rolls her eyes and slaps your hand away and gets hold of one of the handles and says, “Gimme that!”

As you both touch the wand at the same time, it starts to glow white hot… and attracts Skylar’s attention.  “What do we do?” she shrieks in a panic.

“Say reduce on three.  Okay?  One, two, three…”

“REDUCE!”  you both screamed and shut our eyes as the dragon bore down on us.

When your eyes open, the dragon is still there… but only one foot tall.  He’s breathing fire, but it does about as much damage as a match or one of the sparklers you use on the fourth of July.  Instead of being intimidating, he looks adorable.

An angelic figure appears in the room, smiles at you both, and then waves her own magic wand.  You find yourself back in your basement, with your sister, holding the wand.  You can never make it work ever again, and no one believes you when you tell them what happened, but you and your sister get along better for the rest of your lives.

THE END of a magical day!  If you wish, try again.