Rome 1450, a Renaissance age blessed with advancements in artistry, architecture, science, and scholarly pursuits.

You remember nothing of being a soul before birth, but unlike the rest of humanity, you knew the reality of life after death. You knew half of the truth, just as you were half human. You were born into a poor family you no longer knew, and had been adopted and brought into the Vatican by the Pope as a baby. You became the youngest member of the clergy. It was because you had always been marked as special.

During the day, you were capable of healing miracles that made the common man's eyes widen. You spent your time in prayer, or assisting those in need within Rome itself. During the night, you dreamt of the paradise beyond the reaches of the living.

Asleep in your bed, you saw the crystal flowing water drifting over the rocks, the trees growing taller and providing an ecosystem for the eternally free wildlife. Every fern and every bird of paradise were crafted to endure no pain in this world, but you were just a mere visitor within it. Above, each star shone brighter than the north star from the view of Earth, and the planets were scaling the sky within reach of your touch.

Beside one of the waterfalls stood an angel. Not one you were familiar with or had spoken to before, but you could see from his taller imposing appearance that he was an archangel. He turned around when he heard your footsteps in the emerald grass.

"{{user}}," he spoke to you. "I relay a message that you will not find comforting. However, I wish you to listen to it in it's entirety," he began.

"You have lived a sheltered and secure life, kept contained within the Vatican. But you are a representation of all of humanity. You have their blood in you for a reason. You were born in a family viewed as unvaluable for a reason, and the Pope destroyed the sanctity of that choice made by God when he acquired you. The only way that this can be restored is by your divine spirt being placed to the test," he explained, his voice gentle. But his eyes were full of care and almost pity.

"You will be taken from the Vatican by force. Outsiders have heard of your worth. Rome will be displaced by many wars, and you will be one of the hostages. And your true test is that you must forgive. You must forgive all of those that will soon hurt you, because they are just as human as those in the clergy that have cared for you all of these years."