Citla sat brushing out her long dark hair in the dim light of Artemis’s room. Her thoughts were many and varied, but mostly, they were various prayers, psalms, and oaths of her order.
Dragon ov Pelor, mi guarrdian deare, to whom Pelor’s love cawmeet me ‘ere, ever zis day be by mi side, to light an guard, to rrule an guide…
Kronin was gone, he had sailed to the south again, to Oriochi… his master needed him. In a way, she saw him as one of the Guardian Dragon’s of her Lord, but her guardian had flown to where he was needed more, he had saved her from drowning in the sea when they were searching out Damien’s father. He had saved her, but he had needed to go, and she had needed to stay, she needed to do the work of Pelor, and she sensed the path was not that way, not yet. She stayed, and she trained, and she attempted to teach herself how to read. The priests of the temple of Heironeous were happy to house her as she lingered in Greenrock; a periodic cleaning of their crypts was all they asked.
Pelor, Who art en ‘eaven, ‘allowed be Thy name; Thy kindom come; Thy will be done on zis earth es en ‘eaven. Give us zis day our daily bread; and forgive us our trespasses as we forgive those who trruspass aganst us; and lead us not unto tamptation, but deliver us from evil.
She had been training, working on her aim with her sling when she had come up behind her. The Benefactor of those lands talked to her with his smooth words, and deception. She knew she should not listen to his words, she knew that evil crawled within them. He was a tempter, and he tricked her… he promised her the temple if she watched over something for him. A child… for twenty-four weeks… and when she agreed and shook his hand… she fell into darkness.
O Pelor, I am ‘eartfully sorry for ‘aving offended thee, and I detest all my sins because of Thy just puneeshment, but most of all because I ‘ave offended Thee my God, Who is all good and deserrving of all my love. I firmly resolve, with the ‘elp of Thy grace, to sin no more, and to avoid the near occasion of sin.
She woke again at the temple. He stood over her with an awful grin on his face. She knew what had happened, knew he had tricked her, defiled her temple, in the temple of her lord that he had already defiled. Her energy was gone, she had no will left to object. She kneeled down and prayed, it was the only thing that would help her drowned out their words.
Oh Lord, Grrant me the serenity to accept the things I cannot change, the courage to change the things I can, and the wizdom to know the difference.
The reality of things was harsh for the Paladin of Pelor. She was with child, and the only thing she felt she could do about it is treat herself correctly, and pray, pray for hope, pray for strength, pray for serenity. This was the will of her god, she had excepted it long ago. What would come would come, and her god would be near her as long as she willed him to be, she was forever his servant, and would raise this child to be his servant… if it was the last thing she did.
Bahamut, Dragon ov Pelor, defend us en battle. Be our safeguard against the weackedness and snarres of the darkness. May Pelor rebuke it, we humbly pray; and do you, O Prince ov the ‘eavenly ‘ost, by the power of Pelor cast unto ‘ell those Shadows and all the evil spirrits who vander through the world seeking the rruin of souls.
There was no way she could escape herself. It was a suicide mission without aid. But the Benefactor made a mistake… he enlisted the good hearted bard, Artemis Darastrix miirik to be “godfather” of the child, a turn in fortunes for the paladin. The solution was clear to the half-elf, if they found escape, then they would not tell the child his true origins.
Dear Pelor, I know not vhat vill ‘appen to me today. I know only that nothing vill ‘appen that vas not foreseen by You, and dirrected to my greater good from all eternity. I adore Your ‘oly and unfathomable plans, and submit to them with all my ‘eart for love ov You, the Fire, and the Immaculate ‘Eart ov the Dragon.
Xayma Bigroar, an ex-mizuno and member of a resistance came to them as they left the inn, she told them to meet her at the gypsy encampment, and so they did. She spoke to them of a plan, for them to leave Ashport, the city that Karl and Avene were sending them to while the war they were going to start began to rage. They would find the Lady of the Thieves guild and then travel into the forbidden lands of the Grushnak… and they would raise the child.
Glory be to Pelor, and the Dragon, and ‘Is Holy Fire, as et was en the beginning, es now, and ever shall be, vorld vithout end.
She put the brush down, and genuflected, touching her fingers to the medallion of the sun that she wore.
Zo, let et be.