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Post by Kekerona on May 16, 2007 23:57:56 GMT -5
The Holy Temple. A massive well-known temple, it loomed, hundreds of feet high, in front of the tiny and unknowing Kekerona.
She was ten years old.
It was truly a magnificent view, especially for such a tiny little girl. Statues adorned the doorways, thousands of people and priests walked about the temple grounds, discussing or debating religion, while others simply gazed quietly at the calm, serene scenery that surrounds the temple. Kekerona took a deep breath and walked behind the temple doors, the tops of which were at least ten feet above Kekerona's head.
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Post by Caustreal on May 17, 2007 0:05:14 GMT -5
The calm breeze and the relaxing smell of flowers was what Caustreal found most memorable about her trip to the Holy Temple. Strolling amongst the calm scenery with the chirping birds and flowers was a nice and decent change from the salty sandy beaches and sea breezes she finds at Peace Island.
In the midst of the relaxing walk, Caustreal saw, far off, a small girl enter the temple. Why such a little girl would visit the temple, and alone, too, was beyond her. But that did not concern her.
Caustreal went back to the beautiful plants and grass, breathing in the fresh air as she walked.
Life was good.
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