Dragon Oak Temple

Time works against us.

Truth will be turned into myth and legend.

The girl moved quietly through the temple halls reaching the main room where on sight of those before her she kneeled to the ground. As priestess she had seen these two often but was still looked upon them with great amazement. The Goddess stood in front of the God her husband and smiled slightly feeling the presence of the girl but never breaking gaze of her love. In hand he offered her a wooden box with detailed carvings around it. The Goddess, who later would be named Isis by those trying to remember the past, nodded in understanding and took the box from him. No words were spoken between himself and his wife for they already knew. Isis stepped forward and kissed her husband, Osiris he would later be named, softly to the lips as he disappeared from the room. The priestess remained kneeling as she watched her Goddess place in a secret compartment in the box a small rock crystal, and then breath, no whispered, into the box closing it quickly. Isis then turned to her priestess and the girl quickly dropped her gaze in respect. The Goddess placed a kind hand under her chin to bring her to her feet and then placed the box in the young ladies hand. The priestess understood again with no spoken words what was to be done, yet in a time of joy tears appeared as she also knew this was a time to say goodbye. As the first tear drop fell Isis stepped back, and as her husband , faded from the room. The priestess smiled wiping the tears from her face, "yes my Goddess I am the first Keeper of the key to the next Tree of life." She turned hearing foot steps as her own husband approached , in his arms their recently new born daughter. He reached her brushing the hair from her face and smiled only they way a lover could to another. She held out the box to him and he nodded taking it from her as she took their daughter in arms. He studied the box a moment and when he opened it the temple room filled with a beautiful music, a music that touched their soul, and when it did this both realized this was the voice of their Goddess Isis. The priest closed the box and placed it with their daughter kissing her forehead and then his wife. He motioned them to leave as he had his own final goodbye to do. As they left he made his way to the altar that now contained a statue of both Isis and Osiris. He bowed adjusting his robes that contained symbols of not his people’s writing but of magical purpose. Many at a much later date would consider such symbols to be of Alchemy , but as with many things the true definition would be lost to time. The priest reached up and lowered the hood covering his head and spoke quietly. "As the Druids are your children , humans are our children. We will do what we can to preserve that which you have created to remain and return to this world as many times as we are needed.". He paused taking a breath looking for the words, "yet I fear as you leave this existence and humans walk where you walked what trials will they encounter? As you requested my wife is the first our daughter the second and her daughter after that, until it is time to start a new tree of life, shall be the Keepers of the key." He lowered his gaze for even though the term Druid would be given to others like him it would loose its true meaning over time. What else would or could be lost? Suddenly some of his questions was answered as the room filled with a magnificent creature. Its wings were large and its tail even larger. It circled the room growing in size the escaped out the roof of the temple as if it did not exist. A loud roar could be heard around the land as it split the clouds, slowed the river, and shifted the sand. Later those who knew not better named such a creature the Dragon. It returned to the temple room in the form of a young boy and smiled to the Druid priest. In its last dragon voice it spoke "Fear not for as your creation is the Keeper of the Key I shall be the Guardian of the Keeper as you will be the Keeper of the Knowledge of all". With the last word the boy giggled as a young boy of 6 would and ran off from the temple room. The priest chuckled and nodded in understanding. "Yes very good and such a blood line I see will be Pharaoh of the people as well I might think." He turned to the altar and finished his goodbye raising the hood of his robe over his head once more. "From this point all three bloodlines will be linked through time." He turned for the door taking in hand an oaken staff and tapped it to the ground. As one may hear a ticking clock he kept time and the large stone door slowly closed behind him sealing the room from the world and time. A whisper in the wind could be heard "Time shall tell my children and when it is right a new seed will be planted."