The temple was dimly lit, but clean and dry. Seil was nerverous, but willing to believe in anything, if she could get a meal out of it. The Brother of the Holy Mother (the name confused her greatly) was nice and very kind. He lead Seil into the Holy of Holies. The Brother told Seil to wait before a curtain and went in to talk with the Holy Mother. Seil was brought in a moment later. The Holy Mother of God Reborn was tall as they said and powerfully muscular. She had scaly hands like a lizard and a face like a sky filled with rainbows. She had a mask-like calm, also like a big lizard. Seil didn't like her immediately. Seil didn't notice that the Holy Brother avoided eye contact with the Holy Mother and prostrated himself before her. The Holy Mother came forward and put a hand on Seil's head and pronounced, "Bless you child. You poor orphan child, welcome to my temple. You'll be safe and welcome in the ranks of the believers. You'll be uplifted and turned into a servant of God's divine will here! " "You look troubled child. Speak your heart, here. You are safe here." Seil looked over the Holy Mother and asked, "Why are you dressed like a harlot?" The Holy Mother snapped her hands into fists and glared at Seil and said tightly, "YOU...must address me with respect. I dress as I will. I mean as God directs. If you wish to remain AND be fed, you must learn manners!" A woman rushed into the sanctury with a cloth wrapped bundle and exclaimed, "Holy Mother! We found it! Your divine right!" The woman dressed in same way as the Brother, unwrapped what appeared to be a short, thick, single-bladed sword. The woman presented it with a bow. The Madjulla exploded in anger. "Sacrilege! You touch the holy blade with your dirty hands! Only the true Madjulla may touch it without the wrath of God smiting you down! I should smite you!" Seil muttered under her breath, "Uh-oh! Somebody's in trouble." The Madjulla stayed her hand, noticing she had a witness. She resheathed her long sword. The Madjulla scowled at the terrified looking Sister of the Holy Mother and growled lowly, "I'll let God deal with you ,defiler! You should pray for forgiveness! The blade is cursed by God for all but the true Madjulla! Give it to me!" Seil tried to be invisible and scratched her palm as the Holy Mother took the blade of the Madjulla into her hand. "Behold, God's divine will is fullfilled!" In the distance there was a loud explosion and rumble. The lights went off and plunged the temple into darkness, only puntuated by the stained-glass windows letting in the wan, pale, late-afternoon sunlight. In the suffocating, smothering silence came a lone child's voice. "Oops! Curse,curse,curse!" The Madjulla grabbed for her, but Seil was already running away, out of the Temple of the Holy Mother. "COME BACK HERE, YOU LITTLE BITCH!" Seil figured that no sandwich and glass of water was worth this. Media is Poser 6