Chris and Martin were carried through the tribal village, down the middle of the street.

The tribe's people watched from the sides of the road, as if they were watching a parade. The people were shouting and cheering crazily, and some were dancing.

The brother's bounds were changed now as well, as were their outfits.

They were both tied to long poles, and were being carried side ways.

Martin looked across at his brother, "Why is the crowd cheering so much?" Martin was dressed in brown animal skin pants, with no shirt. His chest and face were covered in blue symbols someone had painted on him. He wore a metal band around his head.

"You don't want to know..." said Chris, swallowing hard. He also wore animal skin pants with no shirt, and was painted in green symbols on his face and chest. He also had a thin beaded necklace around his neck.

"Um, yeah, I think I do. Dude, We are tied to poles and being carried in a parade for, crying out loud!" Martin tried to get free by wriggling around, but, no luck.

"Well... if I am correct- which I probably am- this is how many people in the Aztec days made sacrifices to there gods..." Chris looked terrified.

Martin blinked, "WHAT? But-...But-... We aren't in Aztec times! And these people don't even look very Aztec!" he tried to think of other reasons then having to be sacrifices.

Chris nodded slowly, "Yeah, but, it doesn't mean they don't follow their ancient ways..."

Martin couldn't think of another excuse. Things seemed hopeless and terribly blank.

They finally where carried up rock stairs that were built into the large cavern's wall, and then were taken through a long dark tunnel.

When they exited through the other side, Martin and Chris couldn't believe they where still underground.

Many of large stone huts and houses were built everywhere. Not to Mention a market place.

And a large river and waterfall stretched from end to end of the cavern.

But the most captivating thing was a grand pyramid like castle in the middle of the whole city! It was colored in golds and reds, and had two towers stretching up on either sides.

"Bro, I don't think we're in Kansas anymore..." said Martin, looking around in wonder.

"It's no time to joke around Martin, we need to get out of here..." whispered Chris, looking around carefully.

"How?" asked Martin blankly.

"I'm still working on that..."

"Of course you are..."

They were carried through the city, and soon being carried up the great stairs of the palace. The stairs not only went up, but went off to other floors as well.

The top roof of castle, was completely flat, except for a stone table in the middle.

When Martin saw the table, he knew Chris was right about being sacrifices.

Below, everyone was gathering around the palace and started to shout out one thing; "JUDGEMENT! JUDGEMENT! JUDGEMENT!"

The man Chris and Martin had seen earlier with Miteak and Nathe, walked over in front of them. He was now dressed more superior, in gold robes and a ruby band around his head.

Chris, not so sure he wanted to ask, asked anyway, "What are you going to do to us?"

"I, King Tinmetan, will carry out the trail of judgement, if you two are to be beheaded, sacrificed, or sent on a Hunyir..." He said in a booming voice. One could tell he as angry at them, but the brothers had no idea why. "But we will have the god decide as well, before the final words..."

Chris and Martin exchanged glances, as they were untied from the poles, and put down. But their hands were still tied behind their backs.

Miteak and Nathe, stood behind their father, also now dressed in robes.

"Father, they don't look like demons..." said Nathe, confused.

"We'll let the god decide that, son... now be quiet..." Tinmet put a hand on Nathe's shoulder.

Suddenly another man came up, he was dressed in many robes, and had a strange and freaky mask on. It must have been that shaman.

"Um, your highness, we having a little trouble with the-... er, god..." the shaman said, rubbing his hands together.

"What do you mean?" asked Tinmetan.

The shaman pointed, and Chris and Martin looked behind them to see what he was pointing at. They both gasped.

Fifteen guards struggled to get Kitty up the stairs to the top, she was fighting back with all she had, turning into animals on and off, trying to escape.

But, the guards over powered her somehow, and finally got her to the top.

She wore a short robed skirt, made from white linen, that was nearly see through. Her belly shirt was made from the same things. Some would say she looked as if a belly dancer in white and gold.

Martin of course forgotten the situation at the sight of Kitty and what she was wearing, so he drooled a little. But snapped out of it when Chris nudged him.

Kitty crossed her arms and growled looking at the gaurds, she didn't move, nor let anyone touch her.

The king went over to her and bowed, "My goddess, you are lovely beyond all compare. Please, judge these demons, and send them to their dooms!"

Kitty mumbled, "You people are crazy..." she then looked over and saw that it was Martin and Chris he was talking about, "Oh my-... Release them, and the lion and me at once!" she called out in a loud voice.

"But my lady, they are unworthy of such treatment..." the King stood straight.

"Does it look like I care?-... I mean, ahem, 'Do as I say now! Or you shall face the wrath of my powers and all the Gods of the heavens!" Kitty's acting voice was good, Chris and Martin even shook a little as she called this all out.

"Your godliness," said the shaman, speaking up, "You must follow the laws, they must be beheaded, or sacrificed or sent-"

"I am a god so I break that law! Let them go!" Kitty said again, temper growing.

"But you made that law!" said the shaman referring to ancient scrolls or something.

"Well... I'm-... changing it!" she thought quickly crossing her arms again.

"That isn't possible..." said the king, "You must chose one..."

Kitty blinked and sighed looking down, she had no idea how to get out of this mess. She had to weak of energy now to transform into anything, and her arm still hurt. "What was the last choice again?"

"Hunyir. The trial of Hunyir." said the shaman.

Chris and Martin swallowed hard, was Kitty really going to put them through whatever Hunyir was?

"Alright, I choose... Hunyir or whatever..." she looked at Martin and Chris and mouthed; I'm so sorry.

The king raised his hands to the people below, "HUNYIR HAS BEEN DECIDED!"

The people cheered with excitement.

The king then took Kitty's hand and raised it in the air, speaking to the people, "As you all know, Queen Aretna has passed to the heavens recently, so, Goddess Kitra (they made that name for Kitty) will be my bride! After Hunyir we will be wed!"

The crowd roared even louder, but Martin, Chris and especially Kitty, all shouted, "WHAT?"

"Oh he did not just do that..." growled Martin, as he was about to attack the king. But, a guard stopped him, by punching him in the stomach, knocking him down.

"Martin!" said Chris, going over his brother, wishing he could help him up, but his hands were still bound behind his back.

"I'm fine..." said Martin, getting to his knees, still glaring at the king.

Kitty was still in shock and disgust, she finally shook her head and pulled her hand away from the king's. "You people are crazy..." she mumbled again.

The king simply smiled, and called to the people, "Let Hunyir, BEGIN!"