Examining the building. One like he had never seen before. So much metal all in one place. Ten thousand spear heads could be made from one side of this building alone. These other metals, somehow the metal brew out of the mountain to hold up parts of the building. It was the work of Makital or the Demon.

He had seen other metal balls come from the building and fall up instead of down. This had Mwenzi leaning more toward the Makital. During the day he made his way around the base of the construction and began to climb and use ridges to bring himself above the building. He watched at the top of the building opened and closed. He watched as more balls of metal came down and then floated up again.

Now he wanted to see Makital. Or at least, a better look at those who were coming and going in the metal balls. He would wait until Chahold left the sky and then make his way closer. Maybe even if he can get some metal and bring it back to the Makital group for study.

Mwenzi made his way down the cliffside and below the roofing of the building. It was easy to pass under the roofing here. Not touching the mountain side. But close enough to reach in to the supports and structure that hold it up. On reaching floor level. A loud clash came from one the metal ball. Then something like words. But they could mean or have been anything. He froze behind the metal pillar. Just in case he had awakened a look out.

Nothing happened, he relaxed. Then a loud scream. More than a scream, this was more terrifying. A single round thing came from the back of the metal ball. Clanging on the floor and finding a final resting place. Was this the off spring of the metal ball? Why did it not float up?

Hiding behind containers and pallets he made his way toward the metal ball. Using small steps and even though not close enough to the ball to touch it, reaching out before himself in to the air. Trying to feel an invisible object he feared might be there.

Reaching the ball, touching it briefly and removing his finger tips immediately. Then leaving them longer and eventually placing his whole hand on the ball. He tried to lift it. Nothing happened. He wondered what made it fall up. He tried pushing it. Nothing happened. Gradually he made his way to the back where the smaller metal had come from.

A light shone from within. then another scream echoed out. Jumping and with reflex he scarpered off back behind a pallet. It felt like his heart was beating louder than the scream and he placed his hands on his chest to drown the noise. He was going to make his way out and back to the group.

He could see some items made of metal around he thought he would get those and leave. He collected items not knowing their use or function. Hammer saw screwdrivers nails and screws. Some wire, aluminium rods and an assortment of other small metal parts. He had gathered these up in to his satchel bag. Returning to the metal pole he had slid down. Climbing it proved not to be as easy. He would have to find a different way out.

Again hiding behind anything in front. He made his way back level and then past the metal ball without it noticing him this time. No noises or metals came from the ball. He could see an opening all he had to do was get there. it was a big wide open space between him the door and the ball.

He would make his way slow to start. Ready to run as soon as the light from the back of the ball seen him. Not wanting to take his eyes off his target. The exit. Too scared to take his eyes of the ball.

As he moved and the ball did not react. Now directly in the light shining from the back. He noticed a lump on the floor of the ball. The inside was open down the center with unknown things all along the sides. He moved closer, telling himself he would just look inside and not touch it again. Closer and closer his nervousness grew but also his need to see grew faster.

Close enough now he could make out the lump was a body. Small whispers at first, calling out to see if the body was alive. With no reply, he ventured even closer. Reaching the ramp gate with thoughts of be ready to run and checking his exit was still there behind him. He started to make his way in to the ball.