Fantasy Addictions

Melogs

The old temple stood tall and untouched. The pail sand sculpted into a brick looked like it was seconds from turning to dust. A single leaf could fall, pulling the entire structure with it. Intricate carvings of fantastic creatures slithered across the walls. Three headed snakes fogh breast bigger than cars, griffins flew with peacocks, and gleaming eyes of a jaguar that's stair reached, from it's own empty cavern, and remained on the explorers entering its domain..

Single file the new explorers filed through the small door. Deray, the lead explorers only daughter followed behind, her little feet pedaling as fast as possible to keep up. She looked from wall to wall, exsaming the ancient work, with her tiny fingers.

"Look hear, Dez." her father called. His usual clean shaven face, was covered in scruff. Thin, round glasses bounced lower on his nose, as his skipped over to the joy of his life, five year old Dezeray. Wrapping Deseray with one of his hairy arms, his pointed to show her the small things no one else saw. "Look. I found you a fairy." he pointed to the bottom of the first painting, were an electric blue faire with metallic wings, hid behind a bush. Her mistivous grin hinted that she had somthign to do with battle of bear and boa behind her bush.

The men continued to march through the temple, congregation in the empty room were the jaguar sat. scattered in the room they examined the painting learning all that they could. One man glanced by a large section of the wall that had been split open, large enough for a man to walk through. In Front of it stood a deteriorating statue of a man. The crumbling sandstone form, had no face, but the agony in his captured movements were evident. The man fingered the outstretched arms of the statue, barely noticing the broken wall behind him. Running his hands across the stone arms, the statue began to crack. Spreading from the arm, the statue crumbled, filling the cavern with dust and erning the man a dirty look from every archaeologist in the room.

Dezeray's father continued to move around the room, attempting to sooth the angry men and leaving his little girl to examine the delicately painted fairy. Reaching out, Dezeray followed the detailed lines on the fairy's wings. They reflected the dim torch light as the fairy wiggled to life. The tiny women peaked over the hedge at the bear and three headed snake. The two creatures, caught in time, finally crashed together, shaking small pieces of dirt from the ceiling. One by one, each painting started to come to life, dancing on the walls, showing the final moments before they were all frozen in time. The battle surrounding the jaguar clashed creating new pictures so vivid that you could almost hear what was happening.

Dezeray watched her fairy dance behind the bushes. She bounced from one side to the other showing off for her. Finally the ferry covered her mouth to hide a laugh and few to the jaguar. The jaguar was the one peace of art, yet to come to life. The fairy danced around its face, pulling at ears and whiskers. After admitting that the jaguar would not react she glided over to the broken wall. She bounced across certain symbols causing them to glow. The men watched in awe, the she finished her dance across the letters anda thick green smoak fingered in from the tunnel. As the smack engulfed the men, their feet were cemented in place, turning into the same wet sandstone, the statue was. Reaching out the tried to get away, but nothing could stop the mud from becoming them.

At this time the jaguar came to life. It jumped from its hiding place in the painted leaves bouncing from painting to painting. It's glowing eyes lead the way from dezeray and her father to find their way out. Down the long haul, they followed the jaguar. Waiting at the exit the big cat climbed onto the sealing and faced the oncoming smoak. Dezeray tripped into the bushes just outside, turning back to see her father turn in the opening. "Stay there my princess," he yelled. "I can still hear people in there. I need to get them out." with that he disappeared into the dark tunnel, the green smoak engulfing him.

Dezeray looked up to see the jaguar clawing at the opening. Each stoke cracked the crumbling temple. It jumped, spreading the fine cracks across the entire sealing causing it to collapse. Inside her dad yelled, racing towards the opening only to be stopped by an avalanche of rock. Thin wisps of green fog dispersed in the air, hiding among the settling dust. Dezeray sat in her bushes, knowing that she would never see her father again.

Not far from were she sat she could hear voices. Men running towards the echoing sound of the temple collapsing. When they finally got to her all they saw was a cave that had collapsed and a little girl that needed a home.

******Twenty years later********

Dezeray stood in from, cutting leaves and branches from there path.

"Com one boy's!" she yelled. "Keep up!" she looked back at the group of young explorers. Each person following her was full of fear and excitement for the journey ahead. "We all read the walls of the last tempol! The ritual room of the cursed should be right here!" hacking away the last branch, the trees revealed a rock wall that had fallen in. She looked at the old rocks, blocking her way into the cursed room. "I know this place." she whispered to herself. Walking up the the battered hillside the ran a hand across the small peace of the ancient ruins that peaced out from the opening. Moving a rock away, she created an opening. Inside she could see an old sandstone statue with round glasses balanced on the end of its nose. All at once the memories flooded back.

"Dad?"