"No matter HOW many times I go there," Sara gasped as she crawled from the warm waters of the Tuptin River that surrounded the underground palace of Amok'Ra, "I will never get use to that." She referred to having to make her way out of the palace's gladatorial arena, since the Uur'ai prince disliked anyone leaving the palace once they had entered it, and the only way in was through a open aerie over the gardens since he had the hole of his 'tomb' repaired. It was ironic, really, because every time she left the palace, she vowed never to return only to find that within a year she could not help but make her way back for one reason or another. In this instance, it was for a paper for the museum regarding their history. She was just glad that she was able to make Amok'Ra see that she was simply there for photos and sketches of the history on the very walls of his home that spoke of their elaborated history. Even if she did have to face two angry, hungry panthers to get out again. She was going to have to have a talk with him about that on her next, imminent visit. --- Cyclorama textures made with images taken at the Memphis Zoo in Memphis, Tn. Story line taken from conceptuals for the story in progress entitled "Sara Black and the Eye of Ra" a rewrite of the short story written in 2001 entitled "Sara Black and the Tomb of Ankhamen" Be sure to support your local zoos!