G-TRAX Devo's-Spiritual Gifts Part 3: Faith and Missionary-Wannabies / Spiritual Gifts (ePub)

(Story continued from Part 2 of the series)

You had just completed finding the first two objects that were needed to open the rock door that has you trapped in the room.

You couldn't help but wonder what the other objects were that you needed to find.

You headed back to the ancient book to find out the next step. You sort of lost track of time. You had been so focused on getting out of this place that you couldn't remember how long you had been underground.

Sitting down, you opened the book again and flipped to the last page. "Let's get this over with so I can get out of this place," you said out loud.

As you were sitting there looking at the book, you realized that the room was lit but you had no idea where the light was coming from. You just assumed that there was a source of light and that's all you cared about. But now you began to wonder where the light was coming from. It seemed to come from all over. There wasn't a single source of light. It was almost like the ceiling was glowing.

You got up from where you were sitting and started to walk around the room trying to figure out where the light was coming from. But there was no source of light to be found anywhere in the room.

"Oh well," you said to yourself. "It's not important to find the source of the light. It's more important to get out of here." You wandered back to the place where the book was, sat down, and picked up the book again. Flipping pages again to get to where you had left off, you noticed there was a page missing. You hadn't noticed it before. Where could it have gone? You had to have that page or you would never be able to get out of here. You began to freak out. Beads of sweat formed on your forehead. "I don't want to be stuck in here forever," you thought to yourself. "That's it. I'm toast. I'm history. I might as well lay down right here in the middle of this room and wait to die."

"But that page has to be here somewhere," you said as you began to search for it. You crawled along the floor on your hands and neez looking everywhere for that sneaky little page.
After crawling around for a while, you stopped and sat back down. "Okay," you said to yourself, "think.. . if I were a ripped and torn page, where would I be?"