You had dedicated your life to her; Yvelle, The Goddess of the Dawn, and even in death you remained devoted.

You had sworn never to raise a family, fought bloody wars in her name and even offered yourself as a blood sacrifice in her temple.

Now as you kneel before her in the heavens you long for her praise but from her throne she glares down at you with nothing but disgust in her cold golden eyes.

"Do not waste my time mortal, speak"