Inside, the room was big. It wasn't too lit up with light but was manageable. I had almost forgotten that I had been poisoned.
The two doors closed by themselves. It was like a horror movie. Then a voice boomed, "Welcome! I am the Temple of Past." We were confused. The temple could speak. "Wait up dude. We had this much technology in the past that temples could speak! Where are the speakers?" Oliver exclaimed, surely astonished. Totally ignoring his statement, the Temple of Past said, "You have done well to reach here. Many came but none went. You may meet up with some dead bodies ahead." Well, that wasn't a friendly approach to greet someone.
"As you may know, I was built two thousand years ago by the Xorains to show the valor of their King Jalaar. But after everyone got sealed, the Darknorians used this structure to write about King Jalaar, his army and how to defeat them. They were afraid a time like this would arrive. I know why you have come here." The Temple spoke. We exchanged glances.
"The writings have been written in the Xorain language. I am afraid you may not know the language. Inside, as you progress, you will attain more information of different things. But beware; the build has traps laid down by the Xorains since thousands of years. None have reached the final room and attained the ultimate prophecy." The Temple announced.
The word prophecy made me shiver. We had mixed feeling about this. We could continue ahead but what good would it do when we didn't even know the Xorain language? The voice mentioned traps laid down by Xorains due to which most Darknorians had died. Could we really reach the end without dying?
"Proceed and receive what you have come here for. Go forth." The Temple demanded. Confirming once again, we walked ahead. Just then, the door behind us shrieked open. We turned around as the moonlight entered the room.
A figure stood on the door, staring at us. I grabbed Magnum and the other got ready too. The someone wore a hood, almost covering the eyes. The mouth had a scarf covering it too. The someone had a dress just like us, wool jackets for the cold. It wasn't a Skrop for sure. Which Skrop would stuff itself in a pile of woolen clothes and enter? It was a Darknorian.
"Show yourself. Who are you?" I demanded, my voice echoing through the room. The hood and scarf was removed and in front of me, I saw a girl. She looked as young as us, maybe 15 or 16. Her face was beautiful with black hair. Her eyes were attractive and distracting. "Who are you?" Oliver asked with such a sweet voice and wide smile that I had to give him a glance saying we are in a mission, buddy!
The girl greeted, "I am Amanda Flames, daughter of Rock Flames. Nice to meet you."