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| - The beautiful young Priestess of the Moon bravely presses forward. Her torch dimly lights the cavern ahead. The girl is far from her temple home, and the sun is already sinking from the sky. She’s going to be in trouble when she gets back, but she can’t shake her driving curiosity. “Sujoah, do you think we are the first to ever be down here?” The Priestess poses the question to the tiny burrfly buzzing about her head. Burrflies are aggressive little jungle bugs with painful stings, they are considered pests to most Ticallian Kyrie, but this one is a friend. The Priestess once set out sweets for the little guy, and it has been her odd companion ever since. The girl moves forward, through chamber after chamber of the mysterious caves. “Something tells me we are not the first to be down here after all, Sujoah! Look at this, it is beautiful!” The Priestess raises a yellow stone attached to the end of a silver chain. Carefully she clasps the amulet around her delicate neck. “Let’s go this way!” The girl cries with delight as she heads through a passage at the south end of the chamber, her pet burrfly following closely behind. The narrow passage opens up into vast cavern with a pool of sparkling water at its center. “Oh wow, look at the water, it’s such a pretty shade of blue. And look how it sparkles! I’m going to taste it.” The girl stoops down, cups the crystal clear water in her hands, and drinks. “Heehehehe, it tickles all the way down!” Standing, the young Priestess moves to the outside of the great room, playfully running her fingers along the wall. “Oh! What is this?! There are runes written here, but I can’t tell what they say.” The Priestess shifts her burning torch to her left hand and reaches up to touch a set of runes with her right. Then, compelled by a will not wholly her own, she drops her torch and presses both hands against the wall, each on a different set of runes. A blue glow fills the room, radiating forth from the sparkling pool. Images race through the young girl’s mind, visions of far away worlds and strange peoples. The yellow amulet around the girl’s neck begins to radiate an intense light. She turns around and faces the pool of water. An ancient knowledge floods her mind. Her pupils roll back in her head and her feet lift off the ground without a single flap of her wings. Then the light fades and the girl drops to her knees. The Priestess wakes. She reaches for her discarded torch and holds it up in front of her. “Aieeeeee!” Screeching, she drops her torch a second time. Then with a sudden calm knowing she picks it up again. “Sujoah… you’re so… so… so BIG!”
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