Daughter of the Naga Series
?then a sudden crash that knocked the air out of my lungs. A
pen and once I succeeded, the world
ld silver light. I looked up to find the full moon, waxing a
tructure. There was a huge rectangular hollow in the c
but lay motionless on the cold ground. There wasn't a
n the air. With a great effort, I was able to pro
he top. I felt as if I got stuck in a prison cell or some dark pit. The soreness on my back caused me to flinch as I staggered onto my feet. The c
his place?
p there?" I cried, my voice bounced off the walls. I called t
red what had happened to our archaeological team and
nd found my brown satchel dangling from my shoulder as always.
hat I could squeeze through, except the one at the top. But I w
pping each other like a giant staircase.
I said to myself. I had done that a few times with Dad and tw
n I put my foot in the gap between the stones and pushed myself up. I felt m
eathed. "One do
y footing twice but managed to cling onto the stone. By now, my fingernails were s
labored breathing. The aches in my back and shoulders worsened. I wondered if I would
arkness slowly disappeared, a slight hint of hope surged in my heart again. I couldn't gi
a sacrificing pit or what?" I muttered to myself. And with a little strength from my
ng and pulled myself out of the pit. Thank goodness, I was lig
a long moment, I just lay down and breathed, thanking myself for being alive after
n. All I saw were the treetops. Behind me was a giant Lingam made of bronze ��the symbol of Shiva, another Hindu god my Dad had told me. There we
d everything appeared quite new yet very ancient at the same time. I remembered the in
d see sugar palm trees a
ds the edge. Maybe I could call for help from up here. But then I witnesse
eyes taking in miles afte
ns, man-made ponds, roads, and urban blocks. They were organized into a solid metropolitan glamor with s
spee
lains. It shaped like a Mayan temple. As I inspected the details some more, I recogni
amid temple, I had a hard time explaining t
��I know it. Definitely a dream ��yes ��what else could that be? That's alri
t, I pinched m
ress the panic chill in my bones, yet my
I whimpered. My throat
slowly illuminated the city, which was still there even after I blinked severa
w in a daze and sat down with my ba
to me," I muttered, hugging
and the lunar eclipse. And here I was in the pit of a pyramid temple, not to