It was sacred land to the natives of the area, the Kawani people. The legend said that those who walked upon that land would be cursed by the ancient gods of the natives. The Pyramid, as it was called by the two-leggers was surrounded by a clear blue lake that was sweet and refreshing to the taste buds. The Pyramid did not have perfect sides, but jagged rocks stretching out from different places, daring those brave enough to walk upon its sacred land. On the pyramid a rocky path wound its way up to the peek; desert plants grew from the odd rock formations.
Wystan stood on the beach of the lake, staring up at the magnificence before him, his curiosity swelling as he contemplated the story behind the ancient sacred Pyramid. He knew that the sacred land belonged to the resident natives, the Kawani, and they rarely let outsiders touch or walk upon the Pyramid. The Kawani also rarely dwelled on the land near the pyramid as well, afraid to acquire the wrath of the ancient Gods that protected the stone structure.
The dark and light grey bodied Angeni looked out across the calm waters of the blue lake; wind did not make its presence known. Nothing disrupted the peacefulness of the scene before him. To the Angeni, the lack of any other creature besides the fish that lived in the lake was surprising. Would not others want to see the magnificence of the ancient naturally made structure?
Wystan turned his back to the Pyramid and made his way to the line of trees to find shelter from the sweltering sun. Soon the stallion was within the protection of the tress, they cast down cooling shadows that repelled the sun’s rays. As he stood in the shade, Wystan stretched out his spectacular red and gold wings; it felt good to have them away from his body. Moving his wings away had made the stallion cooler on the hot day that the valley was having.
