Vocab Blog #4

     It was beautiful.  Surrounded by a lush green forest, the temple was magnificent.  Stories and histories were painted with explicit detail on the walls.  It was all I could do to supress a gasp of shock.  The pinnacle looked as if it was covered in gold.  That night we reflected on the solace of finally finding the ancient temple.  One of the historians brandished a book comprised of stories and legends of other peoples and began to read.  It was a story of how a group of people had been extirpated from their homes and forced to move on, and how that same year, winter came very innoportune.  The people took it as a ominous symbol, and predicted that the tribe would not surrvive to see the next winter.  As that winter drew near the people became more destitute, and sure enough by the time winter came again, non of the tribe was left.  The story had been writen beautifully, and it only inreased our excitment for tomorrows work.  The next night, we all talked about what we had learned.  One had learned about one of the peoples leaders had a venal habit when he ruled.  I spoke of how stately the main living quarters had been when we found them,  how the colors of walls were still bright and vibrant.  And so we went...