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Halls of the Dead
The wind echoes the halls as the gang moves in deeper into the temple. They are in a mess, and in no condition to second guess what just happened. The hall was dark. The ground filled with mosses, the ceiling coated with dust and spider webs dangles from above. The corners are gloomy, and what's beyond them are all too dark to figure out.
The halls are not as decorative as they were, most of the pictures and paints have been worn out over the years. Some have been covered by cracks, render them unrecognizable. It's a miracle that the beams and columns still keep the large structure standing up until now. At the middle of the hall hang a gigantic iron bell. There are designs curved on the bell surface, but none of them pay attention to the details.
"Food!" Po collapsed to the ground, frustratingly kicking his feet in the air, "The darn wind took all of them!"
Indeed, before Po could repack the food, a sudden strong wind came and carried everything into the air, blowing them off like papers in the wind.
"Well, that's the least of our worries now!" Crane panicked, "where are the diggers?! I was going to warn them! But they all went missing from their tent!"
"Owh great, they probably just gone wondering into the temples without telling us," said Tigress impatiently.
"Still, that can't be good," replied Viper, "We have orders to keep watch over their safety. Master Shifu will not forgive us if anything is to happen to them."
"And so is the Emperor…" Po groaned. "Wonder what ARE they suppose to dig?"
The hall flashes as the lightning boomed outside, putting everyone at their edge.
Tigress's fur was standing straight, "Great, I hate thunder," she muttered, folding her arm to grab hold of herself.
"Okay, guys," Crane sighed, "We need to find those guys quick. Let's all calm down, and think of what to begin from here."
"I am listening," Mantis agreed.
"We'll start by searching this temple," commanded Crane, "this is the one closest to our camp. Wherever they've gone, chances are high they will be here. And it will be faster if we split up."
"Split up!?" Po raised his eyebrow, "NO Way! We are not splitting up! Don't you get it? This place is haunted!"
"I believe him," Monkey raised his hand.
Crane only shook his head, "Look, it's just a ghost story, Po. It's not real. And it will be faster if we split up.
And how big this temple is going to be? We'll probably end up walking into each other somewhere," added Crane after taking a look around the empty hall.
"Oh no no no no, that's where you're wrong," Po pointed at Crane with both his fingers, "don't you get it? This is the main temple, the biggest of the seven. It consists of 4 floors carved into the ground. And each floor can house at least 1000 visitors. That is very big, pal!"
Crane kept his calm and think deeper, "Well, in that case we really need to split up."
"Noooo!" Po dragged on like a frustrated child, shaking his head as he shouted.
"Po, if you're scared, Monkey can go with you," said Tigress.
Po looked at Monkey, then back at Tigress, "Fine, I will stick with the Monkey."
"You can hold my hand if you want to," Monkey playfully said.
"How lovely," Tigress teased. "I supposed you're not going to sing the lullaby along the way?"
"Okay, guys, let's not waste our time, who knows what situation the diggers are in now."
"Wait!" Viper shouted, "How do we know when we should meet back here?"
Everyone looked around.
"I guess there's nothing else to it," said Tigress, "We'll have to ring that big bell." She pointed at the gigantic bell at the middle of the hall.
"It should be loud enough to be heard throughout the entire temple."
"Good idea!" Crane nodded, "the first person to come back will ring the bell. Then when everyone hears it, we'll just meet up."
"What?!" shouted Po hysterically, "Oh no no no no, I really don't think it's a good idea. This is the Halls of the Dead. We should be very quiet!"
"Nobody's going to hear it except us and the diggers, and whoever's still camping in here," said Tigress.
"Yeah right… you mean whoever's still not leaving here for centuries," Po mumbled in silence. "You will be waking them up."
"Ghost stories, Po, ghost stories," Crane replied, "they are not real, just made up."
"Besides, the storm will probably silence out most of the sound."
While Po was getting intimidated by Tigress's plan, the others however, nodded in agreement. It's majority vote that counts, and thus the minority loses in this case, with 5 to 1.
Po simply frowned in defeat.
- End of Chapter -
Note: Halls of the Dead is where the people keeps the corpse buried. It is first inspired from the game Skyrim.