"Why are you doing this?" Asked a tall man in a black suit to a short and slender lady.

"My dream told me, I need to discover that cave," she answered looking up at the man. They were standing on a hill with many historians and explorers. She was trying to convince them to go into a undiscovered cave that was proven to have traps.

"I'm sorry ma'am," a second man spoke up "but that cave is very dangerous and is sworn to steal the life of any strong man." Yet many of the explorers were quite interested, having many small conversations with each other.

They were silent for a long time, staring out at the beautiful hillside that lead to the dark cave.

"Well what was the dream about?" An explorer dared to break the silence. Everyone turned to him and thought the same thing.

"Well," the lady took a deep breath then talked again. "I saw a new history, a different future, something wasn't right about it, but I can feel something strange about that cave." She was now trembling about remembering the cave. She lived right next to it, yet she never moved. She loved her home too much to ever leave the house near the weird cave.

"I'll go," a women explorer called out and many others followed started chanting and began down the hillside.

"Just stay here ma'am," said one of the explorers and the lady respectfully sat down and thanked them.

It was a long walk down to the cave but when they got there they started feeling uneasy. Something about the cave, it almost felt magical, as of ice and fire, earth and life.

They approached its opening slowly, and the historians were already recording what they saw, what they smelled, what they felt, and most of all what they sensed.

Dust flew from the enchant walls and dirt piled up across the floors. It wasn't like any other cave, something wasn't right. Just then from the front of the line came a gasp and all fell silent.

The men and women crowded around small drawings on the caves wall. Ones that filled with meaning, with history.

Drawings of several eyes spread all over the room. An explorer lit up a torch and noticed those eyes had color too. Splashes of blues and browns, greens and grays, even yellow, red, and purple.

Plenty of them were confused, puzzled on to what these markings meant. They looked closely at the devil like red eyes. It almost seemed as if there were fire coming right out from the core of the painting's blazing iris.

So they traveled further and further, deeper and deeper, darker and darker till they came across a dead end. A cold silence now took place. There was a lifeless box on a raised rocky platform.

Alone, dusty, untouched it lie for more they millions of years, yet the thing was the explorers didn't find any traps, just a safe little path to an unfound treasure. Yet no one trusted it.

"We can't just open it," said one man holding the torch.

A women then responded, "I'll open it, I'll risk my life for the history of this world." And yes she did open it, and

A fury of darkness, magic, and hope spread through the world,
A new life for ever boy and girl.
Good will rise with bad that follows,
Evil in the unknown hollows.
The colors of red, white, purple and black,
The future is changed now,
And so was the past...