Victoriously Yours,

Victoriously So

Yisrael was brewing. As he stalked towards the dome shaped wall, he looked around making sure Chris had left. He had seen that dolt snooping around but right now, he was going to lock that information behind his head.

He had a certain woman to show the endgame to.

Satisfied by his inspection, he pressed a round camouflaged stone dented disc. Rumbling deep made the wall sidled to the side and revealing its way leading into a dark tunnel.

Yisrael knew the way down like the back of his hand. The air was musty with a creepy coating of moisture of moss. Hefting River over him, he walked down till he reached the opening.

Small beaming lights crystals marked on the rocky ceiling like diamonds as he placed River down. He watched her about to argue when her attention was snagged away by the cavern surrounding them.

He tried to see it from her eyes. It wasn't an ordinary cavern.

This one was illuminated with crystals of white trailing over the ceiling making the cave dimly lit. At center lay a huge furred rug for only Iborians to come and simply view the sight in front of them.

Everywhere you looked was paintings of all the generations of the Iborians. Their beginning of the meeting the great Jaguar god of the underworld to the tree enlargement of the tribe to the need of hiding when the red stone was almost stolen and the great sacrifice that was made to save it.

The etchings came upon the wall magically whenever something crucial happened to the tribe.

It was like a tattoo for the Iborians. Reminding them of their great perils and legacy.

Every bond that was made through the power of love was marked on the wall. Despite folklore and popular beliefs, Jaguar of the underworld believed only in the truest form of love.

That was the ultimate sacrifice.

There were figurines of people depicting nature of their love, their consumption of desire and pleasure reflected on these walls.

At the end these walls, down below that was encircling them was circumferences with stony benches below for Iborians to sit.

The cave then opened to another small chamber and in the middle lay the dark glowing red stone. Surrounding with deep embers of an unholy fire. It was moving like a wind-waves.

The power emitting from it was not natural. It was godly, the essence was like that of the burning bush located on Mount Horeb where Moses was appointed by God to lead the Israelites out of Egypt and into Canaan.

Just like the ancient Israelites viewed God's holiness as a consuming fire, the Iborians believed it and seen it as well.

The Yaguar that was nursed back to health in Yate's small hut was transformed into the burning fire but it never burned his home. Immediately, Yates has fallen down on his knees just like the first engraving depicted.

He was shaken by the sheer majesty that he couldn't look upon his face. After he was gifted with half heart, the tribe spread out and now, still going strong as ever.

Yet, Yisrael felt the qualms of weakness seeping in his blood as he gazed upon the woman who was staring in wonder at the black engravings on the wall.

He was spellbound by her but what she said back outside had his body heated and rage licked his half animal-human heart.

To think all this time, nothing meant to her, he couldn't believe it. Wouldn't believe it.