Dynasty of Pantheons

Prologue

Cold and ragged, a young scrawny woman carried herself through the cold winds, holding a packed brown blanket to her arms, cradling it as she tried to speed up with all her strength, but her body was slowly becoming weak.

Then, she reaches a temple with Greek-like pillars and white concrete and brick that held the structure altogether. She panted in fatigue, but she did not let it get to her.

She had to deliver something to the Temple of Leander.

Collapsing against one of the pillars, she panted, she was tired and cold. But she had to save the warmth for what was in her arms. Then, weakly, she knocked loudly against the doors. Only to realize that the doors were somewhat open. Then again, the doors are normally unlocked since there are some followers who pray late at night.

"H..hello? Is anyone here?? Please, I must deliver my baby here, and he needs a parent. Whoever is here, I shall deliver a note for you to read by. I cannot raise him for I'm too weak to do so. Please help my son.. my Abbott." She started to feel dizzy, her eyes were blurring, turning black, she grew pale as she stuck herself with her sleeping child who was close to waking up.

Then, she felt tired, and her eyes were starting to close, her body was now weak, it could no longer function. She grew limp, weak, and tired.

Once a minute passed, her heart stopped.

The baby felt the presence sweep away, he figured out that his mother was no longer with him, spiritually. So he started to wail, he wailed and wailed until one person in a white gown and a candle heard the sounds from nearby.

They gasped in reaction to the baby. They rushed in before the cold winds breezed through them, entering the temple. They looked around, then peered down to the baby that was veiled in a brown blanket. They stared in awe. Then, they noticed a note that was badly written, but not as much to where they couldn't read it.

'Whoever found this note, this is a baby. I'm his mother. However, I'm too weak to raise him, and I'm close to dying. If you find my baby, please take care of him, and raise him to become kind and honest. His name is Abbott Please take care of him. -Eira.'

They look down at the baby, picking up the newborn boy into their arms, and he coos at them, reaching towards them as he squealed in delight.

They smile gently at the baby, then they look around for anyone nearby, then they pick up a candle with one arm and carrying the baby in the other.

But what they didn't know was that boy was going to be a high priest that is bound to protect the power of the gods someday.