A bright light interrupted the dark halls of the great building. The hall had statues lined up on both sides with once great warriors, males that once protected the human realm. Chumani was in her human form her raven colored hair was in a French braid that trailed down her back. Her black shitkickers made a sound as they touched the marble floor. The sound bounced off the walls, making an echo in the hall, the only sound that was in the empty temple. She slowly walked down the quiet white hall looking at each statue recalling each of their names and stories. The Avatians regarded them as heroes, heroes that fought against their enemies, the Delatians. As the hall ended, she walked up to one of the statues. The male was wearing Doric chiton that had an Avatian symbol fibulae pinned on his right shoulder. In his left hand, he held a large shield that protected the front of his body and in his right hand held a wicked looking spear. His name was Magnar, the Avatian that kill one of the most powerful Delatians. The colored statues looked real, as if it was a breathing person. Chumani lifted up her hand to touch the statue but pause, it look like he would move any moment. She laughed at that thought and touched the statue. She gave a sad sigh at the cold marble statue and removed her hand immediately. The Harimau stepped back and looked at Magnar; it was as if the sculpture had captured his every essence. The only living-breathing creatures that walk these halls was her and her sisters. Chumani turned towards the two large wooden doors.
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