He had been wandering through the abandoned obsidian mines north of the village - nobody had even bothered to visit them since the Awa-kava crews stripped the whole range bare. They had left the temples there, though, so at least the island wasn't completely useless. Still, he felt uneasy exploring the temple in the valley - the miners had dug so much of it out that the pillars that held the temple aloft were now themselves standing on pillars of mountain stone.

But that wasn't what made him nervous. As he wandered into the empty hall, he found a shaft dug into the peak sticking out of the center of the room, and an old ladder going down, down to... somewhere. He had to know. He wasn't sure why, but he had to know. So he climbed down.

Down.

Further down.

Until only lightstones shone in the darkness.