The Temple of the Rising [short desc]

When I was but a child, my grandfather told me the story of the Temple of the Rising. It was said that the Temple did not originally belong to Candor, a country that had so much soil it garnered the name “The Earthly Cemetery” – for ours was a land borne of blood and war. The Old Ones spoke of how the Temple rose from the ocean, that it was Water as our land was Earth, and hence the people of Candor gave it the name The Temple of the Rising – or The Rising Temple.

As a child, sometimes tiring of the games I played with Temari and hungering to rebel against my guardian, I would slip quietly away to the Temple. There I would stand, a small figure in rags, gazing in wonderment at its grandeur and majesty. If one had chanced upon the scene one might have laughed. But as strangely as things go, no one did. Hence, there was just me, and the Temple.

I did not think Water was a good name for it. Fire was surely a more appropriate title, for as much as the Temple was the sacred grounds of worship it was also the heart and backbone of the village.

Author's Note: Cannot begin to say how unsatisfied I am with this short story. My writing has seriously gotten very rusty.

One of the ideas I have about the Rising Temple - rumoured to be part of a lost continent (Atlantis, perhaps? I've always loved that story.) or is, in itself, a lost island/Temple/shrine, which rose from the sea. It is said that the people who are buried at the temple supposedly roam the place, guarding it from thieves and robbers, etc. The 2nd approach is to have the protagonist (whom I haven't thought of a name for yet) fearing the Temple instead of being fascinated with it, and decides to explore it one day.

Note the change in name of the Temple from my previous entry.

Candor: A country borne of blood and war, a sharp contrast to the holiness of the Temple (a messiah perhaps?). I like the description of 'The Earthly Cemetery' and the references to elements.