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* The dense jungle is clearing.
You somehow know that you've just traveled a great distance
in a short amount time.
As the last of the great trees part, with the last great strides of your steeds,
they come to a halt, breathing with vigor.
You note the sun hasn't even reached its peak.
And further still away through sparse brush but clear as day.
The Tomb.
A huge ziggurat of three tiers all of warn ancient stone,
with what seems to be a columned temple at the top.
But what you note is incredible...
This massive structure is floating!
Rooted from the ground dirt & other debris hanging off the edges.
Hovering some height above the terrain.
Pulling your shocked eyes from the sight
when The Great Stallion rears in front of you
and the two bird who then settle on his back
screech... *
"Your ride is over! Your time is over" calls out the white
"To your destiny! To your doom!" calls the black
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