<div style="text-align: center">(Sailor Moon's post)<br/>​</div>The Ando Temple was a popular spot for tourists seeking an experience that other historical landmarks in New Haven could not offer. It had a rich history linked to stories of demons and gods, and unbelievable artifacts that one would only hear about in a heroic tale. Their priests and priestesses were rumored to possess exceptional healing powers, by using powerful prayer and charms. As a result, the temple also brought in a steady supply of income by locals desperate for a miracle. Those who entered the sacred ground spoke of an air of purity, like they had been touched by an angel simply by being there.<br/><br/>The family who ran the temple had lived in New Haven for many generations. Ando was a household name, though the family preferred to see themselves as no different than the rest. The elders had long retired, and most of the work had been handed to the eldest daughter, Estelle Ando. She worked as a priestess during the weekends, offering a tour of the holy temple and giving a brief history on less known artifacts, and the Loh'skaran.<br/><br/><i>"Could you repeat that, Miss? Loh- What was was it again?" </i>A man asked, scratching his head as if it would relieve the confusion.<br/><br/>"Absolutely. It's Loh'skaran, but if you're having a difficult time saying it, you can call it the sword of light." A cheerful voice chimed, hands meeting in a gentle clap. "Now, before we proceed I'd like to go over the rules once more." The woman raised her index finger, politely silencing anyone that happened to be talking over her.<br/><br/>"As I'm sure you're all aware, some of the artifacts are very old. Ancient. They're really fragile, so unless there is a sign that says you can touch it, please keep your hands to yourself." She said, eyes scanning the crowd briefly. Everyone seemed to be paying attention, prompting the tour guide to continue. "We also have a no tolerance policy on littering. Food and drinks are allowed, but please discard of any trash at the nearest waste bin. Last but not least, stay with your designated tour group. If we catch any of you in the forbidden areas of the temple serious action will be taken." Her gaze lands on several people who had just joined the group, and she begins to speak again.<br/><br/>"For those who may have missed it, I'm Estelle Ando, and I will be your tour guide this afternoon."<br/><br/>The doors to the temple creaked open, two men pushing it with all of their might, until the wooden doors were nearly touching the outside of the building. A cold gust of air flowed out, planting light kisses along the warmed skin of those fortunate enough to be at the front of the group. Estelle turns gracefully towards the door, her sandals clicking against the concrete as she leads the group through the doors and into a room full of paintings, and holy artifacts.<br/><br/>"Here we have the shield of reflection, an impenetrable shield made of a glass-like material. It was used to fend off hundreds of demons, said to be imbued with holy light. Some speculate that it was paired with Loh'skaran, while others believe it was used alone." Estelle says, stopping beside a display with a shield that appeared no different than an antique mirror. It was encased in a beautiful copper, intricate floral designs weaved along the metal edges while the mirror was glossed to perfection.<br/><br/>"They say that the mirror only shows your true reflection." Estelle said, her tone light and teasing. "Vampires, beware." Some of the group laughed quietly, their attention fixated on some of the other artifacts in the temple. Others who stepped forward gazed curiously into the mirror, almost fearful of what they might see.