Forgotten Kawamii

Miraculous Escape

" Why must I be shun from the world, it's not fair to me but what can I do in the state I'm in."

  In the highest peak in the Tibetan Mountains, the Temple of Guardians laid peaceful and nothing was kept laid waste, until the great disaster that happen not far long ago.   

  Deepest part of the night, under the clear moon light, figure of night was making way to the temple, not wanting anyone who was their to be recognize. Swift as the wind, gentle like autumn breeze, jumping from point to point without making a sound of echoes. Perch on the roof looking for a way in, pulled out a picture of a small box with the same symbol just below, but this box was not like the others she saw or read about. This small box was red with the symbol changing to a blue.
  Making threw the snow and cold wind, went threw the window and land in a hallway without a sound. It was silent all threw the hall and with no one in sight. Stepping fast and light, making turns threw this ancient place with one thought in mind, to find the miracle box that was deemed to be theirs.

With wits as the fox, slip threw cracks and doors without so much as without effort, making to the door at the very edge of the Temple where only chosen few are allowed. Tall as a house, made of metal and concrete, with gold and silver lining in the form the little box took. On the center laid incribtion in Tibetian language, translated;
" If you so desire to enter, what is the one that no human can live without, but needs it to survive".
Perplexing as it sounds, it was so many answers but only one needed to open this door. Just below the incribtion were four stone slabs when the right one is pushed it will open the door, but pushed wrong, let's say it will be the last winter you see. From left to right the stones read; Wealth, Love, Wind and Family. After minutes of hard thinking and heart thought, decision was...