A thin, light haired man looks down from his podium.
“And let it be known, that with certainty, without Divinas, the Decennary of Stars would have ravaged the lands even to this day. Now if you can turn to page…”
As the priest prattles on with his lesson, he notices one of his students can’t help but find herself enthralled by something beyond the window.
“Priestess,” shouts the priest.
Startled, the young girl sits upright, throwing herself into her notebook, writing feverishly.
“Now then, Divinas is a gift to be shared…” continues the priest.
The young girl however stares out of the corner of her eye. Outside is a child, stricken with dirt, thin, and sleeping against a closed door.
“Pssst,” calls another priestess behind her. She leans back, as students do when receiving a secret message.
“Are you really going,” asks the other priestess.
With a nod of her golden locked head, the other priestess scoffs.
“You’re insane you know? They’ll never let you go.”
The priestess looks out the window again at the homeless child. That night, when the bishops and cardinals began to settle in for the evening, the young priestess slips out of the window of her dormitory, taking to the streets of Boernallye one step at a time.
She nears the place where she saw the child earlier, only to find him still shivering on the steps of a neighboring Inn. The child stares back at the beautiful girl before him. She removes some food from the bag slung over her back and hands it to him. Like a wild animal he reaches for this next meal and scarfs it down. She bends down to the boy and removes a small cloak from her bag, throwing it over his shoulders in the cool autumn night.
Before the boy has a chance to thank her, she disappears. As he looks down the alley, he sees the glow of her golden locks, illuminated by the moonlight above, as she melts into the shadows of the alley.