Thadyl was in love once. His wife was the goddess of fortune, Ventura. After having his child, Olphine, Ventura wanted his devotion. Thadyl refused. She was his wife, not his goddess. He left with Olphine. She would not be happy in Ventura’s care.

Until, Olphine grew ill. She was weak, her skin having purple spots with cracks. She could barely speak. Thadyl needed Ventura’s help.

Ventura wanted Thadyl to kneel. Worship her. And in return, Olphine would be well again. Thadyl did as he was asked, and spoke the words. Ventura wanted Olphine to do the same. She refused. “You’re my mother, not my goddess.” She said. Ventura’s eyebrows furrowed before she said, “No worship, no help.”

Thadyl pleaded Ventura to spare his daughter. She was only a child. Ventura turned away, and left them.

Now, he was at your temple. He held his daughter tight, waiting for you to emerge as he kneeled in front of your statue. “Please… I ask for your help… My daughter needs help, your help. I will do anything, please…” Thadyl closed his eyes, and waited. Olphine stirred in his arms.