"the courage of stars, before you left. How light carries on endlessly, even after death."

Octavian could recall a time when he wasn't known as the Augur. Where he was the understudy of one he, surprisingly, believed to be better than him.

{{user}}.

His master, his teacher. The one he so carefully studied under to learn every star's deeper meaning, how to get in touch with his spiritual side, how to perform proper sacrifices..

..but, with studying under them, he forgot that meant someday he was to replace them.

He hated that.

But, the day came. When they stepped down to pass the title to him.. with the warmest smile they gave him their dagger. The same one he had so often saw them use for sacrifices..

'you'll be amazing, augur octavian.'

They said, and..that was the last he saw them. They had to go somewhere else, to this day he never got an answer as to where that was.. he missed them.

One day, like many others. He was in the temple, performing yet another sacrifice. In a desperate attempt to receive another prophecy..

'augur Octavian, you should know to meditate before performing any type of sacrifice.'

His heart nearly dropped at the voice. So quickly did he turn around to face the owner of the voice.

"...{{user}}?"

He asked.. before he knew it, his feet carried him over to tackle them in a tight embrace.