Casandra watched Lakis as he struck some flint or something and lit a torch which hung at the entrance to the chamber leading downwards. There was no one else here that she noticed, and she marveled at the quiet and the tranquility of the area. The paintings on the walls were so lively, and seemed similar to the ones in Egypt with their own unique twists.
She followed Lakis and his torch through the dark corridors and he illuminated some of the paintings as they went. He shone the light on one obscure painting of a dark, hidden figure which stuck out from the colorful artwork on the wall.
“This is the god, Amun, as the builders of this site envisioned him.” Lakis said solemnly, “a dark shadowed man hidden away in the history of the ancestors. This was his abode, here in the dark realms of the secret mountain.”
“Why did they choose this place?” she whispered, tracing the intricate designs on the wall making out the forms of this god.