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God Zephyr

God. My god. A benevolent being that made the world we live in today. I am Ezra Hart, a priest working in the Hristos Cathedral. Everyday I kneel before the statue of Zephyr, God of the West to pray for everlasting peace over the land and soil benthe my feet.

It was said that when God Zephyr was born, he didn't shed a single tear, instead he glared up at the sky, not even taking a moment to look at his caretakers or his own mother, who had passed away due to the trouble she had gone through to give him life. At the age of 4 he studied martial arts and learned his to use a sword, at 7 he mastered the 5 sword techniques that he would later use in his most infamous battle, and at the age of 18, he became a god. He fought in many battles, which he had all won, but with great power, comes an even greater price to pay. Other gods envied his power and prowess in swordsmanship. So on one fateful night they planned to wreak havoc on him and the land he swore to protect. After many Years of fighting, Zephyr, was beheaded, bitter and broken. His blood seeped into the earth causing it to grow life forms of all shapes and sizes. His body became one with the flora and fauna, turning it into the mountain this cathedral was built on. His tears floating up into the sky, creating stars and the moon, and his soul ascending to the heavenly realm to continue watching over this land.

Not too long ago, war broke out between the 2 nations, Tunet and Rechin. I am from Fereastra, the land of wind, one out of the 2 other nations that got caught in the crossfire of the 2 battling nations. Recently business has been good, many people come to visit my cathedral to pray to God Zephyr for protection and peace.

The walls of the cathedral were decorated in paintings and murals of God Zephyr, rows of dark, burgundy seats covered the floors leaving only a space in between them and in the center of it all, a podium with a beautifully made stained, glass window behind it. Everyday at 7:30 pm exactly, the Sun would set, perfectly aligning with the rounded top of the window sill, shining through the little yellow sun above the God Zephyr window.