<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: bold"><span style="text-decoration: underline"><span style="font-style: italic">Inside</span></span></span></div><br/><br/><div style="text-indent:1em;"><span style="font-weight: bold"><span style="font-style: italic"><span style="text-decoration: underline">Om &amp; Kanna</span></span></span></div><br/><br/>After the dust settled...<br/><br/>They would see the night sky above them, and a flickering light below them, however, that light would disappear.<br/><br/>Kanna and Om would find themselves on a small ledge, about five feet across and ten feet wide. Tehe wall beside them was a sheer vertical wall spotted with holes, like Swiss cheese. Some of these were less than one foot wide, others as large as five.<br/><br/>The holes would smell… and then they would produce a<span style="font-style: italic">sound</span>, a soft fluttering thing, like the sound of a thousand teeny-tiny…<span style="font-style: italic">wings!</span><br/><br/>Screeching flapping bats burst forth from the holes like a wave. There must have been thousands webbed wings slapping together. These creatures navigated with sound rather than their eyes, and the disturbance of their home hand thrown them into a confused frenzy. There were so many coming at them so fast, the pair, Om and Kanna, would have difficulty keeping their footing on that narrow ledge as their bodies were assaulted by the little flapping bats.<br/><br/><div style="text-indent:1em;"><span style="font-weight: bold"><span style="font-style: italic"><span style="text-decoration: underline">Lilly, Damien &amp; Morgan</span></span></span></div><br/><br/>After the dust settled...<br/><br/>They would be able to see the night sky above them, but, the stars would soon become obscured by a screeching swarm of bats.<br/><br/>They were on a very wide and stable-looking swath ground. The floors were cracked tiles, meaning they had landed on a bit of original, still in-tact-portion of the crumpled temple.<br/><br/>Outside the mound was worn and rough, a pile of dirt and old rocks. Inside, the ancient creations were far better preserved. There was a wall with a door, it was made of stone, carved with a face of a lion with its mouth agape, full of sharp teeth. The door was flanked by tall yellow vases, some of these were cracked, some rubble on the floor, all were filled with dust. Opposite this in-tact wall there was nothing, the hole in the center of the temple dropped deep. Somewhere below they might see a flickering light that would fade…<br/><br/><div style="text-indent:1em;"><span style="font-style: italic"><span style="font-weight: bold"><span style="text-decoration: underline">XIII &amp; Helen </span></span></span></div><br/><br/>After the dust settled...<br/><br/>XII would follow that torch in the distance, and come across Helen as he sat up, nose bleeding, asking for help. They were both on a wide stable bit of tiled-floor. One side dropped off, the other side was the firelight...<br/><br/>The fire that XIII was following, lead away and under an archway of rubble and into an underground hallway or room. He wouldn’t be able to make it out clearly until he went through…<br/><br/><div style="text-indent:1em;"><span style="font-weight: bold"><span style="text-decoration: underline"><span style="font-style: italic">Cornelius &amp; Wolfe</span></span></span></div><br/><br/>After the dust settled...<br/><br/>They found themselves far below the mound. They could see the stars in the distance, but they would flicker as a cloud of bats flew across the wide gap in the top.<br/><br/>To one side of them was a tall wall of rock, and to the other there was large gap in the floor, descending even further underground. Then across from that was some more flat-earth, an intricately tiled floor. Beyond that the rubble created a tunnel, the flashlight would reveal that the passage continued on...<br/><br/>The flashlight would also see a weapon, a sword laying on the ground beside them, a sword of medieval persuasion.<br/><br/><br/><div style="text-indent:1em;"><span style="font-weight: bold"><span style="text-decoration: underline"><span style="font-style: italic">Kuwato, Bodxil, Merin &amp; Kenman</span></span></span></div><br/><br/>After the dust settled...<br/><br/>They found themselves on uneven ground, beside a huge wall of rock that obscured the rest of the cave-in. Above they would see several other ledges, and a the night sky, which would become obscured by a flock of bats.<br/><br/>Should they explore, they would find a crack between the pile of rocks, a small crawl-space into unknown darkness.<br/><br/>As for Kenman's electronic efforts, Bodzil’s body would quiver and shake from the shock, but the man would not awaken… not yet anyhow...<br/><br/><br/><div style="text-indent:1em;"><span style="font-weight: bold"><span style="text-decoration: underline"><span style="font-style: italic">Bodzil’s Dream</span></span></span></div><br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">Bodzil was content. <br/><br/>And Bozil would be able to fly on and admire the landscape of his home-world… forever, if he wanted to.<br/><br/>'Bodzil! Can you hear me? Awaken!'<br/><br/>It was Kuwato’s voice, but her words did not make sense, one moment she was telling him that everything was fine, and now she was telling him to awaken, even though he clearly was.<br/><br/>'It is fine, you have seen much greater battles than this, my friend, But you must awaken now...’<br/><br/>‘We are not alone.'  That part rang true to the scene. Kuwato’s wings began to beat faster, as if alarmed. Bodzil would feel a sudden rush of adrenaline and pain. He would not be able to locate the source of the pain, it simply happened.<br/><br/>Kuwato, likewise, cried out. As if struck. She began to spiral toward the earth, struggling to keep steady. Bodzil would see a storm in the distance that he had not noticed before, dark clouds rolling in fast over the trees. It was here that he might recognize that he was dreaming. The continuity of the dream was broken, he would experience that strange vertigo of a dream disjointed. It happens when multiple memories and myths try to reconcile themselves all at once… but did not fit neatly. He was suspended in a warped puzzle. <br/><br/>Dragon-Kuwato spiraling down to earth carrying him on her back, Oolarger Kuwato simultaneously trying to rouse him from unconsciousness, the storm in the distance quickly closing in. And something else out there… waiting or watching… <br/><br/>We are not alone. </span><br/><br/><div style="text-indent:1em;"><span style="font-weight: bold"><span style="text-decoration: underline"><span style="font-style: italic"> Everyone Inside</span></span></span></div><br/>They would hear a crack, dust and small rocks crumbled down the walls.<br/><br/><br/><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: bold"><span style="text-decoration: underline"><span style="font-style: italic">Outside</span></span></span></div><br/><br/><br/><div style="text-indent:1em;"><span style="font-weight: bold"><span style="text-decoration: underline"><span style="font-style: italic">Zesiro and Assallya</span>/</span></span></div><br/>Zesiro had carried the body away from the collapse, however, with dust choking him and blocking his vision, he tripped. His head hit a rock, and he was knocked unconscious.<br/><br/>He lay there with the body he had rescued from the fall. A blonde boy and a blonde girl, lying limply together as the dust settled...<br/><br/><div style="text-indent:1em;"><span style="font-weight: bold"><span style="text-decoration: underline"><span style="font-style: italic">Ascot and Dzel</span></span></span></div><br/><br/>Ascot would not be able to see at all once they entered that dust cloud. Dzel, however, would lead the way confidently, zigging and zagging to avoid obstacles and falling rocks. At one point, she stopped dead, and grabbed Ascot in a bear-hug, the little girl lifting him and throwing them both onto the ground. He heard a loud crash then. She would push him, scooting him several feet until he felt his body pressed up against solid rock. Then, she draped her body atop his. He still would not be able to see, but could hear the rumble and rolling of the crumbling temple.<br/><br/>Eventually it would stop. And the dust would clear, and Ascot would see that he and Dzel had wound up against the bottom of the mound on the west side.<br/><br/>After a few moments they would see a flock of bats rise from big hole in the top of it.<br/><br/>A few moments after that they would hear a crack, an aftershock of the initial fall… or the precursor for another collapse.