Talk:Book One Chapter 1: Never to late/@comment-33246279-20171007060931/@comment-25227324-20171010225837



Nyma: "  . . Yas !! "

She whispered into the temple caverns.

Her steps slowed. As she crossed the threshold into the dimly lit temple ruins, Nyma couldn't help the curious glint that sparked in her eyes. All she saw were now fragmented remains of something that once stood whole and unbending. Each loose pebble, every sullen fischer, all the sunken pillars and crumbling stones--She could sense an unrest in this temple. There was an ancient pain here. Kind of like a deep pining sorrow that Nyma could only hope had been untended to for ages. The strong amount of spiritual energy was somewhat different than that of a normal shrine. The young girl's eyebrows furrowed and she became puzzled. It was almost as if the entire structure was. . . grieving. Both of her hands fled to comfort her temples as she rubbed them in sync. The immense spiritual pressure in this place was a bit overwhelming and Nyma couldn't shake the feeling; It felt like every step she tracked in the fuzzy sands beneath her toes were unwelcomed. Like she was intruding, she was unwelcome here.

Her slender fingers traced their way through the thick curls of her long locs and she groaned.

Nyma: " I have to find Yasmin . . . fast. "

The sand prickled the skin in between her toes as she walked on. Her long toned caramel colored legs quietly carried her up the foundationless walkway. All around her the sands hissed through the cracks of the crumbling structure and poured like endless waterfalls. Through those same cracks, sunlight melted through and stained the path ahead for her eyes to see. Nyma looked around with examining eyes. It appeared that the inside of the temple was incredibly more elaborate than its exterior. She sighed while ever so lightly crossing a bridge. And against the will of all the jittering bones of her body, she ventured forward in search of her idiot cousin.



Moments later Nyma found herself wandering the inner room of the temple. It was empty. no signs of the sandbending pirates or her naiive younger cousin. It was all she could do not to panic. Nyma stepped lightly and searched.

Nyma: " Yas . . . Yasmin ? Yas ? It's me, Nyma. "

No answer.

Nyma: " Yasmin, where are you ?  Yas ?? "

The sounds of her harsh whispers cut deeply through the numbing silence. Okay, this was starting to get a little frustrating. Nyma frowned before trying again. It grew more difficult to see what was in front of her as she continued on. She glared into the growing darkness with a pure clear annoyance in her tone.

Nyma: ". . . Yasmin, you better come out now so we can go home. I'm not playing around anymo--AIIIEIEIEIIEIEIIIIIIHHH !!!!! "

And suddenly, she was falling! The ground beneath her feet caved in without any warning. She was falling! FALLING! Nyma's shrieks of terror echoed into the shadows below. It was pitched black. Her body was no longer in control as she flailed her arms all about. Her life in the mercy of gravity itself, she gathered her sense, silenced her sreams, and savagely swung her arms back and forth in a panic. Maybe she could bend the sand to lighten the impact of her fall. Before she knew it the sands from down below rushed up to craddled her. It swarmed all around her in an swirling fashion, the blunt of her fall was absorbed by the sand.

She crashed. Nyma collapsed onto the mound of sand before her small body toppled, she rolled down the side of the hill and landed face first on the ground. Ouch. A dizzying groan dripped from her lips as she lay there in a daze. Nyma forced herself to sit up. Her hand rubbed the side of her face as she tried to open her eyes.

Man, that was one nasty fall.

Nyma slowly stood and dusted herself off. A thin sheet of dust now coated the clingy dull fabric of her feathered cropped top and matching feathered skirt. Flakes of sand speckled in the tangled mess of her heavy dark locs. The young lady brushed the dirt off her delicate honeycomb skin. When she steadied herself, Nyma dared to look up. Her gilded amber eyes widened as she stared with inexplicable awe. She was underground, but there was light here! Not like a torches flame or an oil lamp's, it wasn't like sunlight either. It was different. As she walked closer she laid her eyes upon the source



Nyma: ". . . Whoa . . "



It was so beautiful. Nyma didn't really know how to describe the item in question, but she knew for a fact that this was the item that those sandbenders were looking for. She reached out to take it--

Sandbender 1: " Hey !! Where do you think you're going you little brat ? "

Yasmin: " No no no !! LET ME GO !! "

Sandbender 2: " Lets take her to the boss. Maybe we can trade her off or somethin' "

The voices were coming from the opening above her where she fell from.

Nyma: " Oh no, they got Yas . . . "

Nyma stood up carefully. She scrambled back the way she came when suddenly--

Sandbender 3: " Oi, guys !! Looks like we've got another one. "

Nyma yelped like a helpless Badger Pup as her arm was snatched up by the stranger. Next thing she knew, her other was restrained as well. Nyma's thin wrist could have easily snapped like a twig in their hook like grip.

Sandbender 4: " Two runts must be lost or somethin'. Oh well, let's take them back to camp. "

Nyma did her best to twist and wriggle out of the men's grip, but it was no use. While she was being held, a few other sandbenders carried out the artifact. Yasmin whimpered in fear. Nyma grit her teeth in anger.

Nyma: " Let us go !!! "

Yasmin: " You jerks !!! I want my guava !!! "

Sandbender 1: " Quit your yappin' !! "



The stranger scolded at them both as the two girls were carried off to the pirates' sand-sailors. Nyma scowled in contempt as everyone hauled everything back to the sand-sailors. Nyma, Yasmin, and the staff included. The sunlight stung her eyes a bit as they left through the temple entrance. Nyma clenched her jaw in frustration.

She should've just kept her nose in the scrolls.