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Chapter 6

"Often, travellers of young and old alike come to visit the ruins of
the mist to pledge themselves to our beloved Baerinika. Many come to
to be rescued by our ladies embrace, to be freed of poverty or famine,
to find something within themselves. However, this elven child was
different. He did not plead for food, or wealth and riches, fame or
glory. He pledged his soul to be given the strength, his body the
endurance, his mind the cunning to rid the world of those who have
taken the mark of taint upon their souls. To call upon divine
retribution to those who were motivated only by the greed upon their
hearts, corruption that seeps through their mind and souls. To bring
his blade against those of the shadows.

What was remarkable was that often these travellers come to pray, and
though they leave feeling enlightened, they never find the true blessing
of our lady. This elven child was different, never have i felt such
blessing, for he bore the mark of the divine-blessed. It was when he
rose from prayer, gone was the child posture, the innocent eyes, and the
boyish grin. For what arose was a child no longer, for it is said that
when a mortal is truly touched and blessed by the heavens, a fragment
of the god is left inside the mortal, ever churning, but never
attempting to break free, for it is content within the soul, for it is
what influences the soul. What arose was a miraculous sight, even as
though it was blessed by my most gracious lady, never have i witnessed
what arose. For what arose from that Altar was a Holy knight, and as he
confidently walked past, i saw a fire alit in his eyes. It was the eyes
that i shall never forget, for those emerald eyes were alit with holy
fire..."

- Priest of Baerinika