It was pouring when Rebella stepped into the temple.
The temple of impurities was a temple designed in the style of the eastern cultures. It was a temple with almost no roof at all.
As expected, it was mingling with people. The temple, usually so empty one could hear their own breathing, was filled to its brim with people, because the Rain God was angry.
And only letting go of impurities could help. So Rebella, like all the other people around her, tagged along with the people to get to the Inner Temple.
The Inner Temple was really a courtyard, so Rebella adjusted her hood before stepping once again into the shower of rain drops. There was a queue for paper, but Rebella had brought her own anticipating it.
She pushed her red hair back, to keep it from dripping on the paper as she wrote down her worries.
I am uneasy, because I have no future.
I am anxious, because my prayers won't be answered.
I am worried for my family.
Three simple wishes. Three simple prayers.
Rebella's most sincere thoughts. If that didn't please the Rain God, she didn't know what would.
The culture of Aryn was most extraordinarily obsessed with the element of Fire and Water. They were opposites, but Aryn had weaved them together, in more ways than just religion. Every shower was welcomed with a fire, a child knew how to swim and make a fire even before they learnt to speak.
It had become a lifestyle.
Rebella crumpled the paper and grabbed a bow. Not many used the bow and arrow, mainly because they were afraid of missing. But Rebella knew her green eyes wouldn't deceive her even in this rain.
Her hands were slightly numb as she lighted up the tip of the arrow. The Fyre resisted at first, but Rebella was resolute enough to set a spark. The whole tip burst into rainbow coloured flames.
Not even a second had passed when Rebella threw the paper high into the rain and sent the arrow after it.
It catched at the very moment the paper began falling. A rainbow coloured tiny comet fell straight down, following the pattern of the rain.
Many red and blue robed figures turned to look at the spectacle, but turned their attention back to their papers once the ball had landed.
Only the grey robes adorned with woven blue rain drops and red flames observed the flame carefully, extinguishing it with Waeter once the paper had completely burned.
Rebella felt her chest lighten. She had come here often enough after the disaster, but perhaps this was the first time where she felt that her prayers had been heard.
She left with a slight smile, carrying happiness within her like a tiny flame.
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