Zakatiel Rhinehart
Feb 3rd, 2003, 02:40:26 AM
The first rays of mornings light found the ancient ruins as they had for thousands of years before. A great city of some alien race long forgotten. The jungle had slowly been retaking the city year after year, and only the temple remained largely untouched.
A Sith Warrior was standing in the middle of the Temple Steps, having stoped his climb when he sensed the Lightsider in the jungle below. He now waited for his foe, Lightsaber clenched in his hand. A grin was slowly forming, for he had not fought in many years, and he wished to test the limits of his skill once again.
A Sith Warrior was standing in the middle of the Temple Steps, having stoped his climb when he sensed the Lightsider in the jungle below. He now waited for his foe, Lightsaber clenched in his hand. A grin was slowly forming, for he had not fought in many years, and he wished to test the limits of his skill once again.