~*Temple Of Roziel*~
The gentle mist of the sea crashed against the jagged rocks. A smell of white jasmine poured into the night air. A pale, silvery moon could be seen from above, lighting up the vast sky. A plethora of white roses filled the grassy meadow. The temple, The Temple Of Roziel it was, sitting upon a flat plateau.
A woman of lovely grace came climbing up the sharp, pointy mountain. Celaeno was her name, the daughter of a rich noble. Celaeno came to seek guidance from the wish monk, Roziel. A warm smile, like the bright morning sun, came across her face. She stood there, looking blankly at the temple, she sighed in udder relief.
Suddenly, a stone path as gray as winter fog, emerged from the great temple. The path itself was lined with gleaming, black emeralds. Celaeno, looking purely bewildered set her foot on the path, making a light thud. She nobly walked the path up to the lonely stairs of the temple. As she reached the temple, two, strong titan guards addressed her in stern voices.
"What do you wish, with the astute monk, who is Roziel?" inquired the titan guard.
"I wish to seek his council & morals of life" Celaeno spoke in her soft, innocent voice.
The titan guards kindly stepped aside, to let Celaeno pass into the grand Temple Of Roziel. The temple was lit up with ancient candelabras. The flames, burned like a brooding fire. Celaeno felt a chill of frosty wind stroke her fair, white face. Faint chanting could be heard, echoing off the archaic walls.
The taste of spiritual goodness was among these monks; also certain sadness flooded them. The monks were all wearing ragged, hooded, blue-gray robes. As Celaeno passed the long, haunting halls, she felt slightly uneasy.
"So, dear Celaeno, You seek my council & words of wisdom, come dear child.I have been expecting you for a long while." He spoke with a voice, slightly raspy.
"Yes, I hoped that you would see me, I've been waiting so long to see you Roziel, now is indeed the time."
Roziel slowly lowered his hood, revealing a burnt, scarred face. Celaeno looked upon him with worried, light brown eyes. She saw him; he was an intelligent man, in his elder years. Celaeno could see that he had suffered so much in his troubled past.
Celaeno sat cross-legged upon the cerulean, silk cushion. She rested her delicate hands in her lap, and gave her awareness to Roziel.
"Before you seek my words, you must purify yourself in the holy waterfall." He said.
Celaeno nodded, and stood up. She took a white robe and slowly to the, holy waterfall. Celaeno sat there in the icy, water letting her sorrows & sins flood out of her like running rain. She felt finally, at peace with herself, her mind blank with no thoughts.
The gentle mist of the sea crashed against the jagged rocks. A smell of white jasmine poured into the night air. A pale, silvery moon could be seen from above, lighting up the vast sky. A plethora of white roses filled the grassy meadow. The temple, The Temple Of Roziel it was, sitting upon a flat plateau.
A woman of lovely grace came climbing up the sharp, pointy mountain. Celaeno was her name, the daughter of a rich noble. Celaeno came to seek guidance from the wish monk, Roziel. A warm smile, like the bright morning sun, came across her face. She stood there, looking blankly at the temple, she sighed in udder relief.
Suddenly, a stone path as gray as winter fog, emerged from the great temple. The path itself was lined with gleaming, black emeralds. Celaeno, looking purely bewildered set her foot on the path, making a light thud. She nobly walked the path up to the lonely stairs of the temple. As she reached the temple, two, strong titan guards addressed her in stern voices.
"What do you wish, with the astute monk, who is Roziel?" inquired the titan guard.
"I wish to seek his council & morals of life" Celaeno spoke in her soft, innocent voice.
The titan guards kindly stepped aside, to let Celaeno pass into the grand Temple Of Roziel. The temple was lit up with ancient candelabras. The flames, burned like a brooding fire. Celaeno felt a chill of frosty wind stroke her fair, white face. Faint chanting could be heard, echoing off the archaic walls.
The taste of spiritual goodness was among these monks; also certain sadness flooded them. The monks were all wearing ragged, hooded, blue-gray robes. As Celaeno passed the long, haunting halls, she felt slightly uneasy.
"So, dear Celaeno, You seek my council & words of wisdom, come dear child.I have been expecting you for a long while." He spoke with a voice, slightly raspy.
"Yes, I hoped that you would see me, I've been waiting so long to see you Roziel, now is indeed the time."
Roziel slowly lowered his hood, revealing a burnt, scarred face. Celaeno looked upon him with worried, light brown eyes. She saw him; he was an intelligent man, in his elder years. Celaeno could see that he had suffered so much in his troubled past.
Celaeno sat cross-legged upon the cerulean, silk cushion. She rested her delicate hands in her lap, and gave her awareness to Roziel.
"Before you seek my words, you must purify yourself in the holy waterfall." He said.
Celaeno nodded, and stood up. She took a white robe and slowly to the, holy waterfall. Celaeno sat there in the icy, water letting her sorrows & sins flood out of her like running rain. She felt finally, at peace with herself, her mind blank with no thoughts.