A second later, an angel swooped down. Jet-black spear in its hand. Kitsune let go of the rope. She had taken the hit instead of Izumi. Blood decorated the deck. The angel had a pleased look on it face. It had done its job. The ship began to lose altitude.
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Kitsune stared in horror as the ship dipped down under the clouds. They were flying above a dense lush green forest. Monkeys were swinging from branch to branch. The sounds of birds chirping and the swaying branches echoed throughout the forest.
Izumi was trying her best to steer the ship into a clear spot, but there wasn’t one nearby. The damaged skyship was heading towards the forest. It dipped down under the thick canopy. Leaves rustled as the metal ship brushed passed them.
When the ship finally stopped, Izumi and Kitsune found themselves staring at a forgotten temple. The temple was old and ancient. It had belonged to the Sunfire society. It was a pale butterscotch colour. Moss decorated the temple’s stairs. Pieces of the temple laid undisturbed on the mossy flower beds.
Izumi found some bandages for Kitsune. She carefully cleaned Kitsune’s wound. Izumi tied the bandage around her torso. She then decided to to venture around the temple. They carefully climbed the pale steps, missing broken steps. At the top, there laid a statue.
The statue was covered in vines and golden pechave flowers. The statue was the famous Sunfire elf, Junai. She had fought in the great war of Peace. But, there was something around her neck. Something shiny. Something cold. It was a golden key. It had the symbol of the Sunfire elves. The key hung from a tattered red ribbon.
As she took it off the statue, the floor opened up…
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