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Mark and Alice walked, matches held high, as they made their way deeper into the forest.
The animals had long since stopped their chirping; the two children had visited this quiet area in the forest often enough that they were no longer unnerved by the silence - it comforted them.
As the path, comprised of tramplings and rocks of earlier visits, led to the clearing, the two looked at one another. With silent determination, they broke through the clearing.
Seven torches lay evenly placed around a central depression. Bits of metal, twine, plastic, and a whole assortment of debris lay scattered outside of the torches; within the confines of the torches, evenly cut grass lay low and a small breeze blew the grass leaves back and forth.
Halfway from the entrance to the clearing, Mark and Alice split; each walked toward a torch stand and lit their torch. The moment Alice finished lighting her torch the circle became complete; a gentle rumbling from beneath the depression seemed to cause the grass to vibrate. Bits of dirt, gravel, and rocks were vibrated away from the center of the depression.
Alice backed away from her torch; Mark turned toward her and caught her as she nudged toward where he stood.
"What is happening," asked Alice, as her eyes looked into Mark's.
"I don't know," replied Mark, as he held her closer. "We can but wait. The ancients left us scrolls and today is the day we finally completed the last step. They promised answers."
Mark and Alice walked, matches held high, as they made their way deeper into the forest.
The animals had long since stopped their chirping; the two children had visited this quiet area in the forest often enough that they were no longer unnerved by the silence - it comforted them.
As the path, comprised of tramplings and rocks of earlier visits, led to the clearing, the two looked at one another. With silent determination, they broke through the clearing.
Seven torches lay evenly placed around a central depression. Bits of metal, twine, plastic, and a whole assortment of debris lay scattered outside of the torches; within the confines of the torches, evenly cut grass lay low and a small breeze blew the grass leaves back and forth.
Halfway from the entrance to the clearing, Mark and Alice split; each walked toward a torch stand and lit their torch. The moment Alice finished lighting her torch the circle became complete; a gentle rumbling from beneath the depression seemed to cause the grass to vibrate. Bits of dirt, gravel, and rocks were vibrated away from the center of the depression.
Alice backed away from her torch; Mark turned toward her and caught her as she nudged toward where he stood.
"What is happening," asked Alice, as her eyes looked into Mark's.
"I don't know," replied Mark, as he held her closer. "We can but wait. The ancients left us scrolls and today is the day we finally completed the last step. They promised answers."
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