4.1 Reverence

The next few days pass by with an unbearably stagnant pace. While waiting, you can only speculate as to what exactly Nikias has decided to attempt. His lack of communication is expected but still adds to the slightly unbearable feeling of anticipation. As time continues progressing, you attempt to keep your mind preoccupied. Studying has become increasingly difficult as you find your mind more prone to wandering. Staring blankly at the scroll on the table, you suddenly snap back to consciousness. Finally focusing on the words, it's quickly apparent you haven't retained any of its information. Sighing in frustration, you stand and realize how tense your body has become. Sunlight pours in through your open windows, bathing you in its warmth. Glancing in its direction, you feel inexplicably drawn towards the wall's exterior. Almost reflexively, you walk towards it and push the coverings open further. The musky aroma of earth and flora seem intoxicating, as if they are specifically calling to you. Your eyelids flutter closed momentarily as you continue inhaling the sweet scent. When they reopen you're on the other side, barely aware of your previous movement of climbing over the sill. As if in a trance, you slowly begin walking forward.

After journeying past the estates' walls unnoticed, you find yourself traversing through the small wooded area nearby. A fog continues to plague your mind, making it increasingly difficult to keep track of your thoughts. Before you know it, you find yourself in front of a temple to the goddess Minerva. The haze seems to clear temporarily as you step inside, remembering the goddesses' attribution to wisdom. A light frown creases your brow while you move towards the rather decrepit altar. Flashes of your memories of your first encounter with the Emperor temporarily **** your mind. Stealing yourself, you glance down at the rugged, stone, slab before you. In a similar fashion, you run your fingers across its length. Rough edges scrape against your fingertips as they move along the ancient surface. When they reach the edge, a slight surge courses through your hand as you lift them off. Casting your gaze back up, you see more light peaking through the slanted window to your side. In spite of the odd angle, it perfectly illuminates the holy area. Exhaling, a new sense of calm seems to wash over your anxious state. Reaching both palms out, you begin the ritualistic stance of worship as you begin imploring for aid. After the prayer is finished, an odd feeling of resolution begins taking over.