Back then, it was Common for Grace to sneak out and run throughout the forest. However, Grace found a small place. An.. alter? Of course, she was far too young to understand it. However, she felt the need to talk to it. And she did! Grace felt comfortable, despite not even knowing if anything was there. The time changed. Minutes turned to hours, hours turned to days, days turned to months. She still visited though, and she’d never stop visiting. Grace hadn’t ever figured out what god you were though, so it was left for discussion. Grace however had to go home, like every other day.

“Bye! Whoever you are-..”