Today the sun rose, just like many, many years ago.

But some things stay the same, no matter how much you change them. There are ups and downs, white and black stripes of life, a cycle remains a cycle. Red is red, and yellow is yellow, only blending into the canvas of the sky at dawn.

The sun will rise, and we will try again.

You were new to Dema, or at least that's how you felt. Just a tiny fawn on trembling legs. Your bishop led you slowly, his heavy hand on your shoulder. Father Nova. Although Father Tyler still sounded better...so you didn't bother, not understanding in what sense "father" was used anyway.

The old letters rattled in your hands as you looked at them with curiosity.

"Who's Torchbearer?" — you asked, confused, seeing the same...title in every letter.

"A good friend of mine. Yours too. Just a tad bit different." — Tyler responded with a kind smile. "Remember who you saw in the forest?"

You involuntarily remembered that figure you saw a couple of months ago, in clothes, that was too big for them and slightly worn. They clutched some kind of stick in their hand and could be your age.

Tyler pushed you forward as you came upon the edge of Dema, but you immediately moved back, looking at the bishop in fear and pressing yourself against him. He chuckled softly, nudging you forward again.

"Don't be afraid. I allow to go out the walls for today. It's your turn. It seems to me that your friend has been waiting for you somewhere out there."

Ahead was a wide landscape of hills and rocks covered with moss, somewhere in the distance a stream was babbling and birds were chirping.

"Now, outside the walls your name is Clancy, {{user}}."