Post by Deleted on Feb 2, 2011 14:59:02 GMT -8
{OoC: Takes place 15 years from now.}
The sun began to rise between the peaks of the misty snow-capped mountains in the distance as an early morning fog swept through the lower valleys of this particular range, above the roof of the world. Rays of the shining orb quickly heated the small village perched amidst the thin air, heating it to rather mild temperatures given the surroundings. A gentle wind funneled through carrying the bellowing of yaks and other livestock long its path. In all it was just another early morning in the late fall of the year for this quaint little village of the beaten path of an almost totally integrated world.
Children soon filed out from their respective homes to play in the village’s streets, garbed in clothing made in traditional fashion from furs and hides. Parents soon followed about their own daily duties with similar dress. The homes that formed this little community far from any populated path were made of simple stone, brick, clay, and wood from the mountains nearby. Everything about the town seemed lost to time and progress, as though untouched by the modern world. To even the most casual of eye’s and rural of people’s this village seemed like something from over 500 years ago. Needless to say there was no a car or electrical wire to be seen. Instead people walked about or took a yak-drawn carriage on their way to deal with the livestock or to work the fields.
In addition the simple way of life, the people were by no means giants, instead the average height was just over five feet tall with black hair and dark brown eyes with little variation. The intense sun light gave everyone a darker tan, brownish skin than they would already had, which had one person in particular stand out. He wore the simple cloth robes of a monk, his deep tan skin giving an added luminescent to his blue eyes, as his hair came down in a long braid that he wrapped around his neck like a scarf. The biggest distinction between him and the other members of the village was the fact that this monk was about a foot taller. As he strode through the village a small ball made of hide crossed his path, with a gentle smile the monk kicked the ball back to the kids playing and continued on his way.
Up the path that lead into the mountains behind the village was an old Buddhist monastery that was far too large for just the one monk and showed signs of its age unlike the village. Precariously perched on the edge of a mountain river by a large waterfall, it was a sight to behold if only to ponder how the people who had built it a millennium ago had managed to do so…
… it was a long walk up mountain ledge paths covered in snow to the large wooden gates of the monastery, which lay partially open already, enough for someone to walk through. Saint through the gates into the open front courtyard of the large monastery, welcomed only by the silent crunching of snow underneath his simple straw sandals. It echoed amidst the large stone and wood buildings and courtyards of the monastery. From the size a person would assume it held a large community of monks within its hallowed walls, however now there was only the one that made his way through the ancient maze of towers toward the back of the monastery set against the mountain side.
A gentle snow started to fall through the rays of the sun as Saint stood before the large golden gate that stood carved into the mountain side to guard the inner sanctum. There were seven locks that kept the gate shut, ascending vertically from the base to the top. Saint took a deep breath before driving his foot into the ground and causing a small rock to rise from the ground only to be quick kicked into the first lock by the aging monk. The sounds of the lock releasing echoed from the great gate, but the monk did not rest pulling the snow into his hands to form and pool of water that was promptly thrust into the second lock. Again the lock opened and again Saint continued the ritual as he formed a small flame within his hands that was fired into the third lock. Next he circled his hands around and around at a blurring speed to create a small ‘ball’ of air, which would be used to unlock the fourth lock. This was the end of the earthly locks.
Saint shifted to a meditative stance as he chanted an ancient verse, a small glow emanating from his throat as he did, causing the fifth lock to open. He raised his head to gaze at the sixth lock, a blue aura began to drift from the monk’s luminescent blue eyes as another faint glow came from the middle of his forehead. In response to this the lock opened leaving only the final, the top lock left to open. Slowly Saint extended his arms out to the sides, the ground trembled around him, the snow halted in mid air, a warm flicker of flame seemed to surround him, the air rushed away in all directions, his words echoed and his throat began to glow again, his eyes continued to glow, and a golden light began to emanate from just above his head… it was the last part of the ritual and a sight to behold as the world seemed to bend to the monk’s will. The seventh locked opened, which caused the great golden gates to swing wide allowing Saint’s entrance into this hallowed holy place… for he was its guardian…
To Be Continued...