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| The Toopah of Mount Mallaui |
| 08.31.04 (1:48 pm) [edit] |
The continuation of "In Search of Mount Mallaui":
The ash and smoke was intense. My eyes burned as I poured the last ounces from my canteen over my head. I was mad at myself for not being more frugal with my water earlier. I wrapped the damp cloth over my nose and mouth and proceeded at a labored pace. Tree branches, vines and twigs all conspired to rip at my khaki ensemble. I could see blood stains on my calves and arms. I heard a wail. My heart raced. She's close!
Suddenly the smoke became so thick, that I couldn't see my hands in front of me. I stumbled along, nevertheless, then finally got on my knees and crawled. Then the ground seemed to harden. I could feel that I was walking on stone slabs. I reached out and felt an opening with stone figures on either side. I knew I was at the entrance of the toopah, the temple of the high priestess of Charananananajhani. As I crawled inside from the smoke and ash, I could make out a light at the end of the dark entrance tunnel. I heard another wail. I recognized the voice. It was Mal.
I rose to my feet and ran towards the light. I had to stop myself with a skid at the end of the tunnel. There was at least a 50-feet drop off, from the tunnet exit and the main chamber of the temple. The toopah was enormous. My eyes could hardly believe what they were seeing. Above me, the dome of the toopah was green and red with carvings of pagan figures dancing with their hands pointing to the apex of the dome. At the center, the smiling face of Oooga Bu Ni Mah, the guardian of the heavenly city. All who wish to enter the heavenly city in the afterlife must petition Oooga Bu Ni Mah, according to the legend.
50-feet below me was a ring of fire, a moat of molten lava to be exact. In the center of the ring of fire was the altar of the high priestess. On it lay Mal and one other person. I could not make him or her out. The wailing seemed to be coming from him or her. He or she seemed severly injured and bleeding. The high preistess was nowhere in sight. I decided that the time to move was now. I would have to crawl down a long and winding stairway and cross a tiny bridge over the ring of fire. Then untie Mal and the stranger. We may have to carry him across, I thought to myself.
As I made my way down the stairs, the toopah shook and the ring of fire bubbled. The lava-level is rising!!! I'm too late!
To be continued....
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posted by: Mal (reply)
post date: 09.01.04 (5:47 am)
OOOOOOOOH. I wonder who *HE* is???????? :D
and what the heck is a toopa! a toilet? ROFL
posted by: dangerkitty (reply)
post date: 09.01.04 (8:12 am)
Reply to: KRAZEDONE
Neither. Hope you like it.
posted by: dangerkitty (reply)
post date: 09.01.04 (8:13 am)
Reply to: Mal
The toopah is the temple of the high preistesss.
posted by: aesav23 (reply)
post date: 09.02.04 (12:22 pm)
Wait until they find out just what the heck Mt. Mallaui is. :o)
~ae
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