Holt Wraith | Minotaur x Reader

2: A Name With No Past

(A/N: Full disclosure; this is not Catholicism, although it is loosely based off of that religion. I say this because there are quite a few differences between what you will read in my story and Catholicism. I am not hating on, nor poking fun at any religion. And, if anyone gets offended by this made-up religion of mine, I am deeply sorry! Enjoy the chapter!)

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You awake with a start, your eyes flicking around your white-walled room.

Light filters though your two windows, allowing you to scan your room for any intruder, or for any odd looking shadows. But you see nothing unnatural, so you relax your tense shoulders and take a deep breath to calm your pounding heart down.

There's a soft knock at your door, and then it opens with a small creak. Mother Saoirse peeks her head in and scans the room. And, when her grey eyes lock with yours, she smiles, showing off the deep wrinkles around her eyes.

She shuffles into the room, letting you see her dark blue, freshly pressed coif, and her matching dark blue, wrinkle-free habit. A large necklace with a silver outlined, pearl-filled waxing gibbous moon design dangles from her covered neck, matching her white, silk, braided belt with two small, silver bells hanging at the ends of the braided ribbons.

"Ida," she says in a gentle voice to get your attention. Like the rest of the Guild, she refers to you as your middle name, which is the only part of your name that you remember from your childhood.

You smile at her, slipping off of your bed to stand in front of her with your hands neatly clasped together. She takes a look at your white nightgown and then motions to your small closet.

"Get clothed and join us for breakfast, unless if you choose to skip today's morning meal as well."

Your cheeks blossom a deep crimson from embarrassment, and you purse your lips before nodding your head. You aren't a big breakfast eater, and you never have been. But, for today at least, you assume you should eat before the Full Moon Festival.

Saoirse smiles at you before gently closing the door, leaving you to change in peace.

You hurry to the closet and slip your nightgown off before fumbling to put on the layers of your habit. And once the long dress is on properly, you slide on your long, waning gibbous moon necklace, with the necklace being a silver circle with pearl filling the inside and leaving an opening on the left side, whereas Mother Saoirse's necklace has a sliver of no pearl on the right side of the circle to indicate that it's a waning gibbous. You don't have a belt, with you only being 17 and the belts are gifts for when you turn 50, so you only have to layer on the parts of the coif next.

After everything is on and the coif is placed correctly, you take a glance at the small, round, silver mirror on the wall to the side of your closet and smile at yourself. Your left half green-yellow hazel and (e/c) eye and right (e/c) eye shine back as if congratulating you for getting ready so quickly without much problem.

You lift your head high and run to your door, slipping on your black ballerina flats before opening your door and hurrying down the hallway.

You take a glance through the beautiful, multi-colored windows, seeing dark clouds coming in from a distance away and a bit of fog drifting in from the peaks of the large, rolling mountains. The old cathedral rests on a medium sized hill, so it looks over the land perfectly.

You hum to yourself, looking through each small, arched window before tearing your gaze away to tiptoe down the stairs.

"Another storm? Dear goodness." A woman's voice chimes in from somewhere on the first floor as lightning lights up the sky nearby. You assume she's in the dining hall, eating with the rest of the Guild.