Author's note: To us, any measurements are in the Metric system.
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Prologue
The expedition had gone exceedingly well. The new automobiles, dubbed the Peeja after the jungle insect of the same name, had been a great help cutting through the Cavanti Jungles and the lost temple now stood before them. Locan Kalito had never seen anything like it, never in all his years as an archaeologist. Standing some twenty metri high, it was the biggest pyramid he had ever seen. Sure, there were undoubtedly much larger ones in the Jara Desert, but his one was special. All the rest in the records had been four sided, square based temples. Some had been places of worship, others tombs. Some had even been literal death traps for would-be grave robbers. But this, this was the first ever to have a triangular base and, to top it off, if the measurements were to be trusted, the entire thing was equilateral; who ever had made this had to have been amazing mathematicians.
Locan and his pack began to search for a way in. Most of the lower section was covered in plant growth, a testament to just how old it was. Interestingly, none of the plants had managed to pierce through the stone. While that in itself was a mystery enough, it was not why they had come. There was a shout and Locan came running. He was met by excited workers and he knew what they were about to say before it had even emerged from their lungs.
"Sir! We found it, sir! The entrance!" He scrambled down the 'moat' (he had laughed at the name the workers had given it once, but that was before he nearly drowned in a flash flood whilst working in it). He subconsciously noted that the pyramid must have been much larger and older than they had guessed, given that they were standing on the top step to the door way, about 6 metri down, after nearly a month of digging. He whistled, he was NOT expecting this. Standing before him were two steel doors, exactly 2 metri high, as one of the workers near him noted aloud. He placed a grimy hand on the doorway in amazement, his four digits leaving muddy smears on the already soil stained steel. He scratched behind one ear as he turned to the pack.
"Well, what you lot waiting for?! Get that door open! NOW!" He barked at them. He moved aside as the workers tried to find a way through. After a few minutes of frantic searching, there was an elated cry from one of the workers, then a 'ta-dah!' as the doors opened by themselves. Locan looked over at the one who had found out how to open the doors. He tried to recall his name, 'A something… Vanus? Domi Vanus? Dorsa Vanus?' He resolved to ask later, right now a completely new discovery waited inside, just for his expertise.
As they walked inside, a few of the workers lit torches, their flickering lights making ghosts of the shadows. The short corridor opened up into what he guessed was a massive antechamber. As he walked inside, his foot knocked against something. Curious, he bent down, expecting some sort of tribal trinket, or some sort. As he lifted it into the light, his entire face drained. It definably wasn't some tribal ornament, though just what it was, he reckoned, could keep researchers guessing for hundreds of years. 'That is, of course,' he thought to himself, 'if we don't find out right now…' Noticing that the rounded, oblong object seemed to have some kind of button, he pressed it, not really expecting anything to happen. However, his expectations were proved false, as the entire room lit up, revealing that the room was filled with all kinds of things, stuff that seemed to have jumped straight out of some science fiction novella, that was all the rage with the younglings these days. However, when he looked up, he was in for the greatest shock of his entire career, an event that would change the direction of, not just his fate, but also the fate of the entire world.