Prologue...
Many theories swarm around the end of the Mayan Calender as it draws nearer and nearer, but which one is the right one? Are the realists right and it's really no big deal that a guy ran out of room to tap his chisel on a rock? Or are the pessemists correct in the mmindset that the whole world is going to come to a crashing end? Maybe even the Paegans are right, and they think magic will come back to the world with the new cycle. Anything could be true and nothing can be excluded from this topic...
Could the Mayans really predict something to happen many centuries in abvance? Or were they completely delusional fanatics with no real proof or logic? Or did they know something..?
Well, it all starts to come out by itself when a family is on a family vacation in the Yucatan checking out the Mayan temple called Coba. Much of it is still under construction, as they soon to find out. The youngest boy of the age of 11-years-old runs off the designated tourist route...
The father gives chase, the child laughing and giggling all the while. This chase continues far into the still-to-be-excavated portion of the inner temple until the boy accident comes to a dead end with daddy hot on his heels. The father lunges and laughs with his boy as his son moves the side to get past him, but finds that the father had caught him by the back of the collar on his shirt. Game over. 1 point to daddy, but he doesn't feel as triumphant as he should. Winded and tired, the father leans on one of the walls of the circular room that he doesn't feel too comfortable in. It's unnaturally hot. As he puts his weight on the wall, it crumbles and falls apart, as if it had been holding some burden that longed to burst forth.
The father fell with his balance askew and tumbled down a spiral staircase that had been hidden behind the false wall head over heels. When he finally reached the bottom, he flops onto his belly. His body feels as if he had been through another fire. He's an esteemed firefighter back in the United States. He lays there a while, catching his breath and giving his body a moment to recover. He knew all too well what the human body felt like when it was pushed well passed it's limits.
He shouts to his boy to stay where he is, but to also call for help for as the father rises he notices that his ankle is broken. The boy replies in kind and does what he's told. As the father looks around at his surroundings he notices that this lower part didn't look anything like the rest of the temple and nothing like the pictures he had looked at on the internet while he researched their destination back at the hotel.
The walls were smooth as silk, but they were definitely made of some sort of rock. On them, he starred ignorantly at alien scribblings and writings recapping history and depicting event. The room was circular and very warm. Warm enough for the firefighter to wish he had his fire-retardant suit on. He suspected a fire to be very nearby.
As the father stumbles toward a wall and felt the surface, he found it indeed to be warmer than usual, but it still wasn't the source. That was when he started to wonder how he was still able to see when he was so far away from the lights of the tour guide route. He looked about at the wall and it seemed that the structure simply glowed and gave off a soft gray light. When he looked at his hands though, he saw two sets of shadows; one headed away from the center of the room and the other headed toward the center. Two sources, which ment--...
H suddenly turned around to face the center, only to come face-to-face with the elongated snout of a large scaled beast. He screwed his eyes shut, hoping this was all only a dream. Several minutes went by like this and the father finally openned one eye to realize that the beast wasn't alive, but was a statue. He cursed at himself softly for being so unobservant. How had he missed something like that? Did it look like a... No! A dragon?
Then he noticed the statue itself was glowing also, and he confirmed it to be the source of the heat in the room, as his face felt hotter than his back. It was as if it was alive, but wasn't at the same time...
The father fell with his balance askew and tumbled down a spiral staircase that had been hidden behind the false wall head over heels. When he finally reached the bottom, he flops onto his belly. His body feels as if he had been through another fire. He's an esteemed firefighter back in the United States. He lays there a while, catching his breath and giving his body a moment to recover. He knew all too well what the human body felt like when it was pushed well passed it's limits.
He shouts to his boy to stay where he is, but to also call for help for as the father rises he notices that his ankle is broken. The boy replies in kind and does what he's told. As the father looks around at his surroundings he notices that this lower part didn't look anything like the rest of the temple and nothing like the pictures he had looked at on the internet while he researched their destination back at the hotel.
The walls were smooth as silk, but they were definitely made of some sort of rock. On them, he starred ignorantly at alien scribblings and writings recapping history and depicting event. The room was circular and very warm. Warm enough for the firefighter to wish he had his fire-retardant suit on. He suspected a fire to be very nearby.
As the father stumbles toward a wall and felt the surface, he found it indeed to be warmer than usual, but it still wasn't the source. That was when he started to wonder how he was still able to see when he was so far away from the lights of the tour guide route. He looked about at the wall and it seemed that the structure simply glowed and gave off a soft gray light. When he looked at his hands though, he saw two sets of shadows; one headed away from the center of the room and the other headed toward the center. Two sources, which ment--...
H suddenly turned around to face the center, only to come face-to-face with the elongated snout of a large scaled beast. He screwed his eyes shut, hoping this was all only a dream. Several minutes went by like this and the father finally openned one eye to realize that the beast wasn't alive, but was a statue. He cursed at himself softly for being so unobservant. How had he missed something like that? Did it look like a... No! A dragon?
Then he noticed the statue itself was glowing also, and he confirmed it to be the source of the heat in the room, as his face felt hotter than his back. It was as if it was alive, but wasn't at the same time...
With this new discovery is made, scientists, archeologists, history professors, and paleontologists with their respective security personel (to keep their discoveries to themselves, of course) come from all over the world for a full re-analysis of all Mayan temples. All of these temples revealed similar results... Only it wasn't restricted to just dragons.
