human cleric/cultist

It seemed that with time the cold migraine subsided. Although you felt like a new born calf you soon regained your bearings. dusting the grains of sand, dust and dirt off your white uniform robes. you then examined the light blue trims of your uniform placing your hands within the longs sleeves of the robe. before finally, you took a deep breath and sighed.

you took to looking at the moon that glared past the leaves of trees just so it could look at the brown carpet that went down the hall.

If you remembered correctly, you had one name in this new life, it was Rast. you didn't have a last name. Rast was a name that was left to you when you were you were found at the doorsteps of the church along with a black and white crystal necklace. both were a memory of a past that left the owner of the body to a fervent search, all of which led to nothing. However, kept within that extinguished desire was a desire to leave the congregation, to escape the clergy that you had found yourself in.

Still, Rast moved on.

Moving towards that murmuring you had heard before, you began to cross the dimly lit halls, A shadow following just behind you made from the dark red wall lanterns that laid into the walls.

Finally spotting a large two door thick wooden entrance, you leaned in listening to final vows of the ordination of a female convent. You listened in as they were recited by the female pastor.

"Do you in the service of the light above vow to follow the holy ways of the god. swearing to uphold of the grace that was given to humanity, Do you in service of the holy ways of Hain, swear to keep yourself chaste and pure. Do you in the service of his holy fire serve to banish the darkness"

"I do" responded a chorus of nuns, their voices echoing past the wooden door.

"then in the service of the light I ordain you all to be clergy" said the presiding pastor

You soon heard the final song that would end the ordination.

you remembered your vows as well, the vows that Rast had given to his monestary. but you also remembered that Rast had taken on secondary controversial vows. It was one that strayed away from the holy congregation. It was said that a clergy man could not take on the vows against his god, but you had found that no holy grace had smote you. Especially, when you had taken the upon yourself the time and mind to recite the graces of a darker god, Ashil.

Still you held onto your precious necklace. and the book in which your recited your darker graces, a little uncertain if it was these tools that protected you or something else.

still you pushed your head off the wooden door and returned to looking at the moon. Waiting in the dimly lit halls for the friend who had taken her vows after you.