Protect Her

[Scarlet Novendot]

The doors to the Chapel creaked open to reveal one tall figure entering it’s great halls. She was a girl who looked to be no more then 19 years old, with a runner’s build. Her clothing was that of a simple townsfolk, though she was newly going to be a militia of Avaren to serve the Church. Deep red locks fell down her back and bright blue eyes were staring forward into the well-lit interior of the church where everyone was walking around praying to God or doing his will, tending to the candles and other artifacts. There was the great altar in the front decorated with many things, but Scarlet didn’t dare approach. The girl took a seat in one of the pews in the back, far away from any of the other townsfolk, because she didn’t want anyone to see. If you looked closely, you would see why. Scarlet was crying.

Tears gently ran down her face even though her body was still from any sobs, and there was a forlorn hold to her body. When a sister loses a sister, it is usually a heartbreaking thing. When a sister condemns a sister, it hurts even more even when the fault is their own. That is what Scarlet had done to her younger sister Mia, who was a 13 year old girl. A few days ago it had happened, and every day since she had been praying for her younger sibling, hoping that everything was alright. She would never forgive herself if something happened to Mia on her own fault.

But the problem was…the girl was a heathen. Since the announcing of the Cleansing of Avaren using the signs all around town, people had been on edge for those not doing God’s will. Mia had been one of them. How had Scarlet been so fooled? Her sister had attended Church, was loyal to Avaren and it’s monarchs and it’s diety. How could she see that her baby sister was one of those heathens against their church.

You did what you had to do. Scarlet thought to herself, clenching her fists tight together against the harsher tears. All the same, please God…guard my sister. She may be a heathen but she was loyal to you at some time. Please save her. Her thoughts continued as she sat there in the pew. One of the women that worked at the Chapel recognized the tall girl and walked over, placing a gentle hand on her shoulder. “Why, Ms. Novendot, where is the younger child today? It is odd not seeing Mia in her pew at the front.” She said in an elderly voice.

Scarlet looked up and gave a watery smile. “I do not believe Mia will be joining us for some time Sister, I am sorry.” At that the woman shook her head and patted Scarlet on the shoulder. “Well, that is a sad day indeed when that child’s smile doesn’t illuminate our windows.” And with that the woman was gone, leaving Scarlet there still feeling sorry for her actions.

[Sera Firma]

Sera had been praying in silent meditation on a small windowsil for several hours before the girl's entry, the light entering through the stained glass haloed Sera in a divine glow. His large, stone gauntlets were tightly secured to his arms which were neatly layered on his lap.
His eyes opened slowly when he heard the commotion on the Chapel's floor, noticing one of the Church's disciples attending to a crying woman. He waited for the elderly Nun to leave her before he moved to confront her.
"Your spirit disgusts me!" Sera called out from on-high before deftly leaping to the ground, rattled slightly by the force of the impact added from his mighty gauntlets of stone. "You may have been able to hide whatever you've done from the Nun, but I assure you, there is more to what you say then just the words you use. Repent and God's judgement may not be so harsh when you are brought before him!" He said with a scowel on his face like he was staring into her very soul.

[Scarlet Novendot]

Scarlet heard the man, and honestly.

He was getting on her nerves.

She stood up to face him, elegant red hair falling down her back and even though there was sorrow and depression on her face, you could see rage. Her words were ice cold and seemed to slip off her tongue as if they were of butter. "The world is a dangerous place, not because of those who do evil, but because of those who look on and do nothing." Everything in it had it's point, and many people stood to look at the two. One who decided to be cruel in the house of God, the other who was standing up for herself.

"You are quick to judge sir what you do not know. I suggest you take another look at the situation before insulting another member of society and a fellow sister under our Lord. Or you may find yourself the one of filth, no more then one of those heathens that are now being rounded up and given just service. And if we were not in the house of the Lord, I would draw my blade on you. There is no time on this earth for those with cruel intentions." She said, keeping the composure of a woman with grace.

"I am not the one in need of repentance."

[Sera Firma]

Sera waved his heavy hand in dismissal of her retaliation after stepping back slightly to both gain proper footing and keep from accidently smiting her.
"You misunderstand me. For, you see, these eyes of mine can see your spirit in a figurative sense and all I see there is guilt. Look at you, crying for sibling and you do not see that this is the will of God." He explained, pacing about deftly before her with a series of dramatic, yet sluggish hand gestures. "God always guides thee to the path of righteousness. So show merriment, not remorse! Whatever fate you condemned your sister to, the light of the Allmighty shines upon thee for following the right path." Sera continued to evangelise to her in a booming, glorious voice. It would seem as if lugging around the pair of heavy rocks on his arms had winded him a bit, causing him to rest in a pew and smile from beneath his hood. The thought of expressing his views of God alone always brought a grin to Sera's face.