Pobble

(3rd person)
The humidity was unbearable. Perhaps when the entered the temple it would be cooler?

The group had been travelling together for days, fighting their way through the jungle. They had exhausted themselves wrestling with vines and branches, drenched in sweat as the heat attacked them.

All around them, the air was heavy; each breath was a gasp. The jungle climate was oppressive, and they were in need of rest.

As the group hacked their way through the dense foliage with their machetes, they had glimpsed the hidden temple. Approaching the door with a sense of growing trepidation, they knew they had to go inside; curiosity and desperation had got the better of them…

(1st person)
We stepped into the stone lobby, the air was wretched like death, we held our noses and continued, pushing ourselves forward, our footsteps echoed off the stone walls. We approach what we think is the centre of all this, vines sprawl everywhere and they converge into the centre, not quite a tree, a mass of wood partly covered in green sludge. We stand at the edge of the pond and stare towards the ‘tree’ is this really what we came here for?
The stones around me shake and I lose my balance, I roll to my side and look and Jimmy, he stands unmoving, the shaking that has knocked the rest of the group to the ground does not seem to be affecting him. He waved his hands in an intricate pattern, I felt sweat trickle down my forehead, it was cold. I attempted to stand but my legs stopped working, everything went dark.
I awake cold and wet, my eyes unable to open, my mouth unable to breathe I lift my head and float, I fly upwards, faster, faster and faster. I open my mouth and finally breathe, i open my eyes and I finally see, below me lays the wood and the green water, I float above it all, my mind reeling