Chapter Four

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The door opened and Jahim entered. Like the first room it was dark and empty and Jahim used a tiny flame as a source of light. Jahim looked around the room until he saw something disturbed him greatly. He saw a large eye staring at him. "What the..."

He said to himself. He turned around and saw large eyes opened up and stare at him. All over the room the eyes were on him. It disgusted him greatly and he walked towards the door and wondered how he would leave the room.

"Are you worthy?" A voice said. It was a powerful voice that shook Jahim's flame violently that took the flame out.

"Who said that?" "Where are you?!" Jahim shouted. He looked all over the room but found no one. He did find skeletons in vast corners of the room. People who must've died and failed the challenge. Jahim heard a laugh echo throughout the room.

"Show yourself!" Jahim shouted.

"Why should I? You did not answer my question." The voice said.

"Am I worthy?" Jahim said.

"That was the question I asked." The voice responded.

"I am worthy. I resisted the temptations of Jahrini. I fought myself and endured the flames of Aatish! I am worthy to be used! Nothing will stop me! I will be the one that helps my lord and help establish his kingdom! I will make it so! I swear on my life!"

"Interesting..." The voice said. "You have made it this far, and I am interested to see if you truly are worthy. Just know the world will be watching you."

"Fine by me!" Jahim shouted. Jahim received a laughter in response.

"You talk mighty little one!" The voice said. "But as you can tell by the skeletons. you must prove it!" Jahim smiled. "I will be watching." The voice said as it slowly faded away. Jahim sat and thought to himself.

"If the whole world was watching him, what would they see? If he would be the one to lead the order what would the followers see? What would non believers see? And then it hit him. They would see what Ishaan showed the non believers that became the first converts. The power of Aatish. Jahim opened his hands wide and two large fireballs formed in his hand. He then broke them into smaller fireballs and fired them across the room. All fireballs hitting a eyeball.

"This is what the whole world shall see! And I shall open their eyes to it!" One by one the eyes closed and turned to ash. The door opened and Jahim let out a huge laugh. He was filled with excitement and joy. He was proud. He would make it to the final challenge and meet his god and become the chosen one. He rushed through the door. He raced up the stairs and made into the next room.

This was the final room. It was designed differently. As he entered he saw a small spiral stair with a open door that Jahim would have to reach. Two large windows on the right and left of the room let in a nice cool breeze from outside. It was late at night. Jahim saw a painting of a Ishaan when he was in old age. He wore a crimson robe and had a large beard. His hair was grey and his eyes kept focus on Jahim. Jahim looked around the room and saw nothing. He walked up the stairs and made tried walking through the door but out of nowhere he was sent flying by a swift kick. He landed on the door he entered in and there he saw. Three men. All wearing masks with thin eye slots. They wore white robes and all jumped down from the stairs and surrounded Jahim. They also wore pendants resembling fire. Jahim had heard of men like these but only thought of them to be legend. When Ishaan constructed the temple he chose three men to be the ones of the final challenge. They were called the 'Guardians' and they had been alive since Ishaan was alive. All they did was train among each other and kill any challenger in their way.

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