Chapter One
-The sun was bright this morning as a tall, lean man stood before an opening to a large vast temple covered in massive vines and trees rotted in the crumbled rocks on the edge of the temple walls. The man turned to see two of his guides back slowly away from the massive entrance of the ancient Aztec like temple. He grinned and continued on the torch that flickered a little as if life seem to explode as he entered the temple. It was not a deathly wind but a wind of pure power and warning to anyone who entered.
He seem to not care, as if he did not believe in such turmoil but something in his eyes made him seem different. The guides who feared following began slowly entering the temple freezing as the wind blew over them. They seemed almost in a cold psychotic fear that drenched in their eyes and they began to break in a cold sweat.
"Sir, please come back..." One gained the courage to speak as the eased on in.
The tall, lean man turned around and did not speak. His eyes glowed in the semi dark room that he was entering. It was filled with massive fresco art work that seemed a little out of place. It was a totally different cultural feel from the entrance of the temple. The walls filled with beautiful art work of a goddess and god engaging in sexual fantasies and affairs. One was full of reds, blues, oranges and colors of the sun and the other was filled with dark blues, whites and colors that relate to the moon. The tall lean man stared at the work and smiled at it. "We found the true gods." He stated in a whisper like voice that still managed to echo done the hall ways.
.....Continue soon....
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