As the sun crests the city wall, you say a silent prayer. You try hard not to think how much it reminds you of the twinkle in old Laife's eye... or how he looked the day you left... or the foolish, angry words you flung at him.
Laife, who took you in as an orphan-child and raised you in the faith. Which is exactly why you had to go. Do nothing there, when a world full of darkness, iniquity, and sorrow ranged outside? No! You will not be deterred. You will bear Amaunator's holy light into the heart of the shadow.
|Iconic Past Life: Morninglord||