The newly crafted dark wood of the great door creaks with a slight distressing sigh, almost as if it were trying to say in some long forgotten door language, “Not Again!!” The wood gives way to the force behind it as it splinters inward into the great temple. The dust stirred up casts a curtain like effect by each window and crevice that has warm sunlight streaming in to it. Quela steps in shaking her head at the sheer brute force behind her companion. Jekka shrugs her massive shoulders and with a slight grin says “Knock, Knock!” Quela, not amused at the second destruction of the great door in the temple, simply asks if Jekka had even thought about trying the door knob. “Yup! Locked!” Jekka grinned as she tried the other door knob on the intact door. The door swung open as if the wind had greeted them. Quela closed her eyes and steadied herself, “Let’s just look for any portals”

The two step into the abandoned temple and begin their search. Jekka opens the sub doors leading into the church, using the door knobs. Quela grins from across the hall. The inner church holds a feel of reverence as Jekka slowly steppes in to it. Statues made of marble and stone cast their gaze down upon her, not in an accusing manner but like old friends welcoming her into their home. Jekka finds her feet moving down the bright red carpeting toward the front of the church. Time seems to pause as she passes by the curtain like light streaming in the windows; the power behind the silent reverence of the room seems to guide her forward. Jekka stops at the altar running her hands over the smooth top. Lost in thought she feels herself rolling over the past days, thinking about her life and all she and her band had encountered. Trolls and goblins and the occasional dragon she had no problems with, but within the past few days demons and angles were a bit out of even her league.

Jekka’s heart sinks as she slowly begins to realize she may not be able to protect he companions this time. Her gaze moves across the altar and up to the symbol of the One. “Can you hear Jekka?” she quietly asks. “Show me how to save them. They are my only family. What ever it takes, Jekka will do!” As she finishes her final silent plea she is compelled to kneel before the altar. “What ever Jekka must do Jekka will” her words, spoken aloud this time, echo across the stone, the sculptures seem to hear her plea and almost bow their heads as well. As silence falls again the large stain glass window behind the symbol of the One comes to life. Sunlight dancing across the many panes of multi colored glass shines down upon Jekka as she bows her head accepting the warmth now pouring upon her. Quela stepping into the church stops as she sees the shaft of multi colored light enveloping a praying Jekka. Wanting to reach out with her mind she pauses knowing Jekka is in good hands, knowing Jekka is now in the hands of the One.

-Jekka’s Journal is © Brannon Hall.