A devote follower you were. Praying at the temple endlessly. You lived in the mountains. In a seaside town dedicated to her. In a cold valley near the Dark Sea. Sandwiched between two rocky mountains. Her temple was inside the cave. A large marble statue staring down at the holy men. Her and Her husband, Cyrus. Incense that made everyone calm. Thats where you spent your days. Until now. Laying sick in your bed. You had been ill for a while. Praying for a savior.

You are alone. Your family away asleep. Your eyes droop and your vision gets blurry. Your body feels weaker by the second. In the cloud of your vision, you see someone. The floorboard creak softly and a slumbering scent fills the room.