Adventure #9

The long awaited adventure is now here. You guys have been so patient, and here it is (right now while I'm typing this I have a hole in my pants ;-;). FINALLY got over my writer's block. xD

You lay in your yard (assuming you own at least a small piece of property) looking at the clouds pass by. No interesting shapes. It just feels good to get some peace for a while. Even though the wind passes by you, there is no sound.

After relaxing for a while, you decide to walk to the temple. But as you reach the piece of history, it was all odd from the start. The whole thing looked as if it had been rebuilt. Completely remodeled.

But that was impossible! Or... was it? Ronan was already there, along with Farren. They were both taking notes or something. Neither of the two noticed you at first. But as you greeted them with a loud "Hello," Farren jumped up.
"Greetings." said Ronan. "We found the temple like this at 3:00 this morning."
"3:00?! Don't you think that's a bit much for a 12-year-old fox? At least give him until 5:00 AM if you're planning to wake him up early." You said, looking at the sleepy-eyed apprentice.
"Fine fine. But that's not the point. The temple gathered just enough energy from the crystals to return to its original state. This is what it truly looked like when Mira was here."

You looked at the huge temple. When you went inside, you saw statues of all the alphas made of pure crystals. "Whoa!" you exclaimed as you walked down one of the halls. The whole thing almost seemed like an endless maze with so many rooms and staircases. You felt like you could spend your entire day here!

Then a question popped in your head. "Where is Ronan's mom?" You went to go find that blue monkey, and ended up finding him in an old room.
"Look." he said. "This must be Mira's old library. It has a studying desk and everything. From the age of some of these books I'd guess that she even used it when she was a kid."

He held up a book titled "Alphabet of Jamaa."

The book actually looked kinda cute. When you flipped open a page, it read "A is for Alphas, the defenders of Jamaa." You smiled and turned back to Ronan.
"Where's your mom? Back at home?"
"Actually, she's at the hospital. I get to have a new sibling."

He looked at the floor and shuffled his feet uncomfortably. You figured it must feel awkward getting a new brother or sister. You directed your attention at something else just so Ronan wouldn't feel any more embarrassed than he already was. "Where's the Birthstone Display?" you asked.

Ronan didn't say anything, just willed you to follow him with a finger. As he ran down the many halls and staircases once more, you struggled to match his speed. He led you to a hole in the ground outside the temple which had a ladder in it. "Go on." He prompted. Looking inside the hole.

Climbing down the ladder was hard. It kept creaking, almost as if it would break any moment. You even thought you heard it crack once. When you reached the bottom, there were many huge crystals inside the mini-cavern. On the wall sat the birthstone display, but all the crystals glowed. On the floor to the side of the display was a stone carving of Zios. The orb floated on top of it. It now glowed a bright yellow, and occasionally shot lightning-like strikes into the Zios carving. That must've been how the temple retrieved energy.

"Should we go check on your mother?" You asked. Even if he was embarrassed about the whole thing, he should at least have the heart to check on his mom. He nodded, and you both dashed to the hospital.

On your way, a phantom lay squished on the ground. It's lifeless eye lay in shock and it's tentacles were all sprawled out as if it had been tortured to death. Ronan covered his mouth as if he were about to throw up. "What is this doing here?!" He said. "Phantoms don't even exist on this side of Jamaa!"

But his words proved wrong. A few other phantoms emerged from a bush and latched themselves onto him. He tried to throw them off, but he fell to the ground, unbalanced by a horde of phantoms. Two phantoms flew from a tree onto you.

What do you do?