Two hours had passed since he had fallen unconscious. He began to regain consciousness, confused about what had caused him to suddenly black-out. Hadn't he merely clutched the strange bell? What was that inexplicable pain? He had multiple questions that needed answers too profound for his meager knowledge to explain. He began to think about the golden bell. Where had it vanished to? He desired to study it more.
Suddenly, he felt a wave of warmth. A golden light emanated from his right palm and the bell appeared. But something was different. The bell was golden in color and emitted a radiant glow that seemed almost too holy to touch. It had engravings of people standing in strange postures and making strange movements. He had never seen anything like it; then again, he had never been that far from the village either.
He leaned in to get a better view of its magnificent craft and design. He could not even begin to fathom how long and what level of expertise it would take to craft such a masterpiece.
Suddenly, as he leaned closer to get a better look, it started to disintegrate into sand-like particles which came flying into his chest, right into his heart. He was confused.
"Hey! What's happening?!" He thought.
The particles entered him, filling his chest with an extremely soothing warmth and causing him to emit a radiant golden glow. His heart was racing and he could feel his blood pumping. He felt the warmth reach the wound on his arm and a tingling sensation took over. He looked and he saw it; his wound began to heal on its own.
He was shocked. Suddenly, he began to feel a vibration in his chest. He listened closely. It felt like a slow range of hums at different pitches and frequencies. It was a mantra. This was odd. Mantras were last heard of hundreds of years ago. Rhythmic sounds that had power to temper the mind and could even increase luck and overcome fatigue. What was this? He realized that he had stumbled upon a treasure that even thirty bags of grain couldn't afford.
He tried to chant it, following the pitch of the vibrations in his body. Instantly, his body began to gain a burst of energy. All the fatigue he had earlier had vanished and was replaced by an overwhelming overflow of strength. He kept humming, trying to see just what the mantra could really do.
He, however, got tired. Not physically but rather mentally from the humming.
He sat there in question. "What is this mystic bell and why does it possess secrets of hundreds of years ago?"
He would have to check in the village library when he got back.
Soon, the sun began to rise and he got up and started walking out of the ruin, knowing that he would have to cross the vast wasteland to get back to Madu Village. He needed an early start if he wanted to get there before the demons start their hunt.