Celia stepped to the temple's door, pulling her hood closer to her face.
Tiri sounded from a nearby tree as she hid from the pouring rain.
Celia chirped back at her friend before she wrapped her knuckles against the temple door.
A few moments later a short plump man opened the door to look at her.
"How can I help you, my daughter?" The priest asked.
Celia pulled down her hood to look down at him.
"Hello Father, can we speak?" She asked sweetly.
He moved aside to let her enter as she whistled a tune which Tiri copied.
YOU ARE READING
The red prophet
RomanceA woman with blood red hair and ice blue eyes cloaked by the night enters the temple with a prophecy that comes true only a day later. But is she truly what she says she is? The crown prince intends to find out.
