In faith and steel, we pledge our ties,
Child of light,
In silence, we kneel to rise…
Solemn words boldly written on a large plaque. Embellishing a crystal pedestal, the stone tablet, neat and humble, was situated in a not-so-crowded area. It looked quite plain despite the golden letters, glistening like an amber lake.
Moulin stared at the words as though in a trance. He recalled that long before… he was the only person who knew of Morhas, the forsaken child god. He was but a whisper in his dreams. Like a breeze, soft yet fleeting. Condemned since birth, used and abused by his own sire, and forced to rely on a mortal to exist. A sharp ache pierced Moulin's chest the more he thought of it. However, he was also captivated…
Despite all of it… Morhas chose to protect him, a foreign soul.
