Episode Fifty-Four
"A New Dawn"
The grey light floods the cool valley. Tibet is quiet in the early morning hours.
Mallard and Marisol stand and gaze towards the East, waiting and listening as the Ancient Ones reveled.
"I can feel the earth," the South says and sighs happily. "It revitalizes."
"Our Home is near," the North muses. "We must find the Temple."
"But it is buried," the West says, somewhat concerned. "I can feel it."
"Then we will raise it," the East says with determination and force.
Shafts of light break over the horizon. "The Sun rises," the South says, enjoying the new warmth. "A new dawn begins."
The Ancient Ones and their guardians stand in the valley of Tibet. "A New World."
Meanwhile, at the Dead Sea
Pizoku is in shock. He had begun his week hoping to meet his Spanish pen pal and was now currently looking at the Goddess Ma'at standing before the small group. How plans change.
"Um, hi." Taylor says with a wave of his hand.
Ashlee stares at him. "Lame."
"Where is Thoth?" Ma'at demands. Her voice carries an inherent power.
Jilan leans towards Pizoku. "Thoth?"
"God of Wisdom, Scribes," Pizoku whispers back.
Jilan takes this in, then leans toward Reese. "Scribes?"
"Writers," he whispers back. Jilan nods and turns back to the others
"We don't know where Thoth is," Neah says, looking at Ma'at who now scans the horizon. "Do you know where you are?"
"This is not the Temple," Ma'at observes. "What is this place?"
"No,"Taylor confirms. "This is the Dead Sea." She looks at him. "Not Egypt." He adds on.
Ma'at looks at Taylor, then Jilan, then Neah. "You aren't human."
"Neither are you," Neah retorts.
Ma'at looks at them consideringly. "What year is this?"
"2005." Taylor replies, holding the stare of the Goddess.
Ma'at seems to understand. "Something is wrong, isn't it?"
Taylor shares a look with the others. "I think we need to talk."
To Be Continued...
