Hiei Part 1
"Well, like I said. You have to..." "Agree to helping us or I'll kill you!" interrupted the small one. Astonished by his rudeness you went to close the door; only the red head had put his foot in the door. "Please, try to ignore him. But we really need your help," he then told you. "What in Gods name could be so important to harass a total stranger in the middle of the night?" you questioned, annoyed already. "The Girto Temple," he answered, his voice low, almost a whisper. "Listen, I no longer study the temple for any reason," you shook your head. "Please, we really do need your help. And a reliable source told me you were the only one who was alive, that could actually read Triton." "I'd love to help you, but... whatever anyone has told you about that temple, keep away, unless you want a terrible death repeated to you for this eternity and the next," you then warned.
*Flash Back*
You finally did it, you pried open the first door to the ancient temple, only what secrets laid inside? You were the first being to enter this place in over 5,000 years, and you were a little more then excited. Lighting a torch you felt like Indiana Jones, you were wearing brown shorts and a black sleeveless shirt, at your side a small mishedi, just in case and your bag of tools.
You stopped as you noticed writing on the wall to your left, you ran your fingers over the odd scripture before getting out your small kit and began to dust the particles of dust collected over the years. Once that was done, you began to read quietly to yourself, out load. "Iniki shore gredai mishai. Soland colard jukay domrate rishite," you read, you then studied the words to yourself. *The great carrier of his seed shall come* "What's that supposed to mean?" you then asked yourself. Moving on down the wall you noticed more scripture, doing as you had the one before you dusted off all the dead particles and began to read once more. You were deep inside the temple now; amazed by the entire area and what great shape it was in. The narrow hall you were in, led into an odd place. Inside was a deep, large round pit, and the roof of the temple, was of some sort of glass base. But the hollowed circle had a ring around it for walking and halls that led every which way, and you had just came from the far hall to the right of you. "Domiair gritade scrint moya nadit coride sowif vilist. Prat Ram cristopher mobid." This one was even odder then the last set of words, *Keeper of its holy scroll, shall read and bring forth what is needed on earth. To set wings free, and allow him to come* Right...*you thought to yourself, if only things were a little less complicated.
*Flash Back*
You finally did it, you pried open the first door to the ancient temple, only what secrets laid inside? You were the first being to enter this place in over 5,000 years, and you were a little more then excited. Lighting a torch you felt like Indiana Jones, you were wearing brown shorts and a black sleeveless shirt, at your side a small mishedi, just in case and your bag of tools.
You stopped as you noticed writing on the wall to your left, you ran your fingers over the odd scripture before getting out your small kit and began to dust the particles of dust collected over the years. Once that was done, you began to read quietly to yourself, out load. "Iniki shore gredai mishai. Soland colard jukay domrate rishite," you read, you then studied the words to yourself. *The great carrier of his seed shall come* "What's that supposed to mean?" you then asked yourself. Moving on down the wall you noticed more scripture, doing as you had the one before you dusted off all the dead particles and began to read once more. You were deep inside the temple now; amazed by the entire area and what great shape it was in. The narrow hall you were in, led into an odd place. Inside was a deep, large round pit, and the roof of the temple, was of some sort of glass base. But the hollowed circle had a ring around it for walking and halls that led every which way, and you had just came from the far hall to the right of you. "Domiair gritade scrint moya nadit coride sowif vilist. Prat Ram cristopher mobid." This one was even odder then the last set of words, *Keeper of its holy scroll, shall read and bring forth what is needed on earth. To set wings free, and allow him to come* Right...*you thought to yourself, if only things were a little less complicated.