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himself up to a point where his blade stood
parallel to the temple and would not twist its way in either
direction. While he thought pulling it out of the ground would have
solved his problem, fear of the underground steam blowing his face
haunted his mind.
    The fear of being burned by steam brought the
fear of him being stuck in one spot. The fear of being stuck in one
spot brought the fear of never making his way into the temple. The
fear of never making his way into the temple brought the fear of
dying along with his home. What’ll I do?
    It was at this point when Yofel realized, If I can’t twist it, maybe I can slide it. Because the sword
wouldn’t twist in any direction and was parallel to the wall, he
figured the temple must have been trying to tell him something. In
an attempt to prove this theory, he decided to draw his sword
closer and closer to the riddle on the left side of the temple.
    He continued to draw his blade closer and
closer to the riddle—hoping to discover something about the temple.
At the same time did he hope with every being in his body for
safety along the way. Taken by surprise, the tip of his sword
pushed into what felt like an underground piece of the temple, and
a wall of leaping blue flames sprung out from underneath the ground
and caused a shock to run through his blood.
    The leaping flames seemed to form a crevice
from the temple’s wall to Yofel’s sword. What came as a surprise to
him was how—at the same time—the hieroglyphic riddles to the left
of the temple disappeared. How so was done was by an apparent flip
of a tile the hieroglyphic had been printed onto.
    I solved one of the riddles? Yofel
wondered. But what about the other one?
    It was at this moment when Yofel noticed how
the flames in front of him didn’t seem to give off any traces of
heat. Curious to know what was going on with this fire, he crept
his arm closer and closer to the flames—hoping the worst wasn’t to
happen. Please don’t burn me; I’m sick of getting
burned!
    Just as he had hoped, the wall of flames
didn’t scathe his hand at all. Rather than burn, the flame soothed
the cracks and scratches his hand had undergone. Such a soothing
sensation made him wonder if the people of Tyko were wizards.
    Why did my sword burn me earlier—but the
fire isn’t? he asked himself. This thought dared to challenge
all the rules he had once known about fire. Never before had he
seen something with a soothing touch radiate through metal and give
it a burning feel. Its piercing-blue figure stared into his eyes,
begging for a friend.
    An idea began to form in Yofel’s head at this
moment. He took a quick glance at the doors’ inscription and looked
back down at his flame-covered sword. Can I fit my sword in
there?
    Not a single speck of fear came unto Yofel’s
mind when his hand gripped around the hilt of his sword. The sword
held a glowing blue look to its blade. At the same time did a cloud
of steam followed his removal of the sword from the ground, making
a quick shiver run down his spine.
    It was at this moment when Yofel locked his
eyes on the doors’ indentation. Such a sight was nothing more than
an invitation for him—and the party on the other side grew anxious
for his coming. Not a single flinch came unto Yofel’s arm when he
implanted his glowing sword into the doors’ indentation. As if by
magic, the glow this sword once held now made an abrupt
disappearance upon making its way into the hole.
    A moment of silence penetrated his ears; what
could have been going on? Silence was quickly replaced by a small
click; this small click was followed by a loud bang—emanating from
the inside of the temple.
    Another moment of silence came into play
before Yofel decided to pull out his sword from the doors. The
result of doing so allowed these doors to separate and create a
clear entrance into the temple. He backed away from the open for a
moment—making sure the coast was clear—and with a sigh of relief