The sun exuded its gentle yellow hue, bathing the nature in its light, hugging me as I stared into the horizon. I had to leave for the capital with my father the next morning. The journey would be a long and arduous one, but worth it all the same, I would become a Priest and I would finally get to know who the other two Blessed were.

  I slowly got up from under the Weeping tree and headed home , I needed to pack my few, but meaningful belongings. As I passed by the closing stalls and houses, and children playing in the streets, they all stopped and stared at me, more specifically, stared at my golden-white robe.

  Once again I was reminded just how significant this robe was. I slowly put my left hand on my heart and smiled as I continued walking. Would people continue to look at me with awe? Would children aspire to one day wear a robe similar to mine? Questions that would never be truly answered.

  My home was the same, a simple wood cabin near the edge of the small town.

  Everything inside was the same, the journal was in the same place I left it, the pillows were scuffled, just as I had left them, nothing changed despite my Vestments. A ball kicked by children playing outside hit my window, as if to humble me even more.

  ‘May you wear the whitest of Vestments, with threads made of gold, among humans you are human just the same.’

  That’s what the ball said.

  I smiled softly and started packing everything into a small wooden coffer.

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  The following morning I woke up with a knock on my door.

  Father had come to waker me up. Getting up from the bed I noticed that I had fallen asleep wearing my Vestments. I picked up my coffer and opened the door to greet my father.

  “Good morning father!”

  “Good morning son! Are you ready to head to the capital?”

  His ever-present smile was still there, seemingly a little brighter.

  As I replied, we started walking towards the carriage that would get us to the capital.

  “Yes, I am. I hope everything will turn out alright.”

  “Ha ha, of course it will! I have also heard that there are is also one more Blessed, a First Named, just like you.”

  Despite being a High Priest, father did not know of the Saint.

  I smiled brightly.

  “I’m excited to meet them! Do you know their name?”

  His smile turned bitter sweet.

  “I do, her name is Medora the First, the Bearer of Regret.”

  “That’s… a very sad name.”

  “It is indeed, I hope her life will not be as tragic as her name.”

  I didn’t say anything choosing instead to enter the carriage and take a seat near the window, looking at the town we were about to leave behind.

  Father followed quickly behind and sat opposite of me.

  As soon as the door of the carriage closed, the horses started marching towards the capital. It would be a long journey, three days in which we would only stop during the night.

  As the town dissipated into the horizon, a realization hit me, I hadn’t read the last books in the library.