In a world where everything seems perfectly logical and pragmatic. The thought of anything existing outside of the realm of what one already knows seems impractical.
That is how Melinda Morrison sees life.
The very life where she has shared nearly e...
"The Temple of Emus welcomes the royal family with open arms on the Princess's blessing day. To those who may not know me, I am Archbishop Ciar, otherwise known as the Holy Mother of this temple." I'm sure my father knew who the Archbishop was, so the introduction was more so extended to my mother and me, the individuals who hadn't necessarily visited the temple often.
The woman standing in front of us, the dutifully named Holy Mother of the Pantheon was a rather youthful-looking woman; she didn't look anything over the age of thirty if I were being honest.
Her skin was the color of deep hickory, against the sun it seemed to glow radiantly. Her face had a diamond shape to it with a sharper jawline to accentuate her stunning features. Her eyes were round and sharp showcasing her brilliant crimson eyes mixed in with a bit of mahogany at the top half of her irises.
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Her hair was a different story. The curly coily strands had a mixture of plum and jam-purple going on at the top before descending into a gradient of a lighter lilac towards the ends.
She definitely looked unique as many of the people in this world did. But something about her presence was rather comforting; I don't know maybe it was something about her confident demeanor and grace that reminded me a lot of Ms. Jannie, Melinda's mother.
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I could only hope she was as kind as she looked, but I wouldn't know that until I got to see more of the Archbishop in action.
"Glory to the divinity of the blessed seven." Mother, Father, and brother were the first to utter that peaceful greeting in return of what the Holy Mother had stated.
I was still a novice in my religious studies so I was left rather dumbfounded for a moment. Regardless, I still had enough decency to bow formally to the most important person here at the temple outside of the divine creatures they worshiped.
On the way to the temple, the closer we got to the area the more I could feel the energy begin to differ from that of the bustling city. It was nice to see people on the road for once when riding the carriage, but that rather paled in comparison when stepping in front of the extremely tall structure.
