A warm kiss touched your forehead early in the morning and you instinctively already knew that it was your brother Delos, who was getting ready for church school and did not want to wake you up.

Despite the words in the birth column that you are twins, you were completely different in appearance. So much so that Delos was nicknamed "the son of heaven". Excellent student and assistant, as well as a favourite of the church.

He often invited you to visit him at school and smiled wryly when he heard a refusal, but he tried not to show his resentment. And after the temple he brought you a new flower from the garden