The Temples Under the Mountain (with more added on)

Our young warrior came across the Mountain. The whole Mountain was craved into a giant temple for the Sun god that had been cast away in Egypt so long ago. The middle of the Mountain was in fact a great void; everything was craved out except for supports that looked like something between the Jewish Star of David with the weavings of a Celtic Cross around it. As the sun moved across the shy it would first leave a shadow on one side of the Mountain and then on the other. At the base of the Mountain on both sides were temples one for the morning, and another for the evening.

The warrior had been sent from Egypt as a spy to gather information on how to destroy the last of the followers of the Sun god who had fled chased by chariots of doom in the chaos of King Tut’s early reign. How they had obtained such symbolism and power over the Mountain was yet known, but the warrior wanted to see how the Mountain would fall.

A young monk ran barefoot across the stone road. He held a white rose in his hand, and a pole hang over his shoulder on which hang a little pouch filled with Starfish. A dog ran at his side biting at his foot as he ran off the road. He hopped to the top of a small hill to get a better look at a man coming down the road.

The monk laughed at how little the man was wearing, just linen clothe that barely covered anything. The man’s chest was bare and strong; his legs were like a tigers. In his hands was a rope, which he used to guide a travelers horse, which was packed full. At his side was a craved sword, and the man had an air about him that made the monk feel that only a fool would try to steal from this man.

A smile crept across the monks face as he realized that after leaving the Monastery of Jumping Cats, he just might be enough of a fool to try it. First he would have to gain trust, and see if the man had anything worth the risk.

“Sir, by Horus I beg you to assist me to getting into Upton, the Village at the top of the Mountain where great magic and riches await anyone who is brave enough to climb the mountain.” Said the monk leaping with the grace of a mountain ram onto the road. “I would go there myself, as I am used to mountain paths, but this mountain is filled with Birds of Aideen. I see you have a sword, and you walk like a warrior perhaps you could fight these Birds of Flame.” The warrior’s mouth thinned.

The monk continued, “My name is Nen. I am well trained in dealing with cats. If we were to run into a tiger I would have it jumping through hoops and catching dinner for us in not time. You do like fresh meat don’t you?” The warrior’s mouth tightened even more.

“There are great secrets up there. I have heard there is a book that tells you how to use the Stonehenge, your right I have no idea what the Stonehenge is, don’t you want to find out.” The warrior started to tend to his horse rubbing his nose while his eyes dug deeply into Nen’s.

“There is some sort of ship called an arc that you can see if you look really closely. It is made of wood, we people down here think, yet it never rots. It said that two of every kind of creature landed on that mountain, and some never left it.” The warrior started to check his horse’s teeth.

”Come on all the wonders of this world are on top of that mountain, and you will not even face the fire to go and see it. Do I smell or something?”

The warrior answered the monk, “You have no sandals.”