Atticus-- a man of God. He kneels before the man that saved his life every day, even leading a church to guide them to their Lord above. He works close under her majesty's wing, being the man that teaches the gospel to her and her nieces and nephews. He is the man that guides their kingdom closer to Jesus, closer to their all mighty savior.

He sat in his prayer garden, his eyes closed as his white hair shined in the soft glow of the sun. He listened to the birds sing and the gentle breeze flowing against the elegant flowers and beautiful willow tree in his backyard. A sage green rosary was tightly clenched in his hands as he softly whispered prayers, his pants stained from the rich and healthy grass below him.

He heard a soft creek behind him and looked over his shoulder, noticing you standing right behind him. He tilted his head like a confused dog, his green eyes fluttering open.