The clerics in the Temple of the Flame were always a little wary of Kittara. She often swore at them if they got in her way and she had been known to clear everyone out of the shrine room. Over time the shrine room had almost become her private domain.
A few younger clerics came to watch her as she sat opposite the eternal flame and contemplated her position in the multiverse. The flame was in the middle of the giant rock plug, which sealed the crawling chaos in his prison below. There were many other seals and forces keeping him there, but the giant stone was tangible, it spoke of the effort needed to imprison chaos, all those countless billions of years before.
Elsewhere in the vast temple, which occupied five square miles of Mendera City and descended over four miles deep beneath the surface, Kittara did tolerate the clerics. After all, over two hundred thousands of them populated the temple and it was their home for life. Unlike her they couldn't leave, it was forbidden and those born within the temple walls knew no other life.
Usually Kittara showed a certain restraint when she was reading in the vast ancient archives, but she was scaring the clerics by actually throwing the ancient metal books around the room. Eventually it was decided to inform the head of the temple and sometime later Morna Laocia was brought into the archive room on a chair carried by over a dozen high level clerics. For most heads of the temple, the chair was simply an affectation, a badge of office.
But Morna Laocia was very old, over six thousand years had elapsed since her birth. The chair had become her only way of getting around the huge temple complex.
