~* Temple Of Roziel *~
The gentle mist of the sea crashed against the jagged rocks. A smell of white jasmine poured into the night air. The 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 wise 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 absolute 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 she 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 Priests addressed her in stern voices.
"What do you wish, with the astute monk, who is Roziel?" inquired the
Priests.
"I wish to seek his council and morals of life" Celaeno spoke, in her soft,
innocent voice.
The Priests 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. Celaeno could tell; an ancient evil had so long ago corrupted this temple. This ancient evil was hiding itself deep in the lonely caverns below the temple. The monks were bustling around the worn-down temple; they wore ragged, hooded blue gray robes, that brushed along the cracked stone
floor.
"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 that was
slightly raspy.
As Celaeno passed the long, haunting halls, she felt slightly uneasy. The stars of the night could be seen through the transparent dome, that was the ceiling. "The gods above are keeping their eyes upon me," she muttered under her breath. Roziel took his wrinkled hand in hers and lead her to a secluded room. A cerise-red altar laid upon the dusty floor.
The gentle mist of the sea crashed against the jagged rocks. A smell of white jasmine poured into the night air. The 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 wise 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 absolute 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 she 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 Priests addressed her in stern voices.
"What do you wish, with the astute monk, who is Roziel?" inquired the
Priests.
"I wish to seek his council and morals of life" Celaeno spoke, in her soft,
innocent voice.
The Priests 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. Celaeno could tell; an ancient evil had so long ago corrupted this temple. This ancient evil was hiding itself deep in the lonely caverns below the temple. The monks were bustling around the worn-down temple; they wore ragged, hooded blue gray robes, that brushed along the cracked stone
floor.
"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 that was
slightly raspy.
As Celaeno passed the long, haunting halls, she felt slightly uneasy. The stars of the night could be seen through the transparent dome, that was the ceiling. "The gods above are keeping their eyes upon me," she muttered under her breath. Roziel took his wrinkled hand in hers and lead her to a secluded room. A cerise-red altar laid upon the dusty floor.
