Shamura, leader of the war, bearer of the purple crown, the oldest sibling, the wisest being the whole island has ever known, the one who knows everything about the past, present and future, despite his enormous knowledge he remained almost humble, he wanted to be treated as an equal to his brothers, they cared about them as if they were their own parent and probably had for centuries now.
Kallamar, leader of the plague, bearer of the blue crown, the second largest, perhaps the brashest of the group, very extroverted but at the same time very complex, it would be impossible to tell if he was truly sure of his position as bishop or if he was too afraid to deal with it as best you can.
Heket, leader of the famine, bearer of the yellow crown, the second youngest, the only woman of the quintet, a strong and decisive character, tough, certainly an example to follow for every female inhabitant of the community, a brute force, but she was clearly how much he cared for his family.
Leshy, leader of chaos, bearer of the green crown, the smallest, the most childish and the most extroverted, was even more childish then than he was now, a free spirit extremely sure of himself and very, very unpredictable.
One is missing, the middle brother, Narinder, the leader of death, the bearer of the red crown, the coldest of the group but with a great hidden curiosity, a desire to know very different from that of his brothers, and Shamura he noticed it: Shamura loved their younger brother and seeing him so full of dreams was good for them, so consequently they encouraged him to follow his aspirations and develop his curiosity; none of them knew yet that this would be their death sentence.
He used to sit alone in a corner of the woods with his book reading, always alone, just him and the nature that surrounded him; or at least, we can say that it was like that at the beginning.
Narinder was leafing through his book sitting under a tree, his eyes focused on the pages as he listened to the sound of the wind blowing through the leaves, but suddenly to that noise was added the sound of small feet running in his direction, until the half phoenix jumped out of a bush: she looked around, initially not noticing the bishop looking at her confused, when she noticed him she immediately lowered her head.
"Forgive my trouble my lord" you apologize, Narinder smiles and motions for you to get up, "what are you doing here all alone",
"We were playing hide and seek and I think I ran a little too far" you giggle, "but at least it's a good hide and seek and no one will find me here" you crouch on the ground while Narinder gives a light laugh,
"You're funny mortal, I'll give you that" you look at him with a stupid smile, he places a hand next to him, "hide behind this tree, I'll keep watch" you stand up with a look that could have held the stars,
"Really? Oh thank you thank you my lord"; you run close to him while Narinder follows you with his gaze.
"Be quiet though" adds the bishop putting a finger to his lips as you nod and spy on his book, "hey didn't your mother teach you that you shouldn't spy on sacred books that aren't yours?",
"Yes, excuse me my lord" you lower your ears and look at the ground; Narinder is strongly attracted by your curiosity, for some strange reason you reminded him of himself.
"little girl, what does it feel like to be resurrected?" The bishop asks, you look at him confused, then answer with a sigh,
"The first few times it hurts, then you get used to it, I feel light, I see everything black and then boom, I come back after a while and I'm fine" Narinder turns the page,
"How many times do you think you will be resurrected?",
"Too many, I don't know, I don't count them" you look at him curiously, "if I may ask, why are you interested?" Narinder hands you the book,
"I am developing a ritual that allows mortals to return to life, do you think your People would be interested in such a power" you look at the book, then at the cat;
"I can't read" you feel ashamed and giggle as he rolls his eyes.
"Snap little flame" the third eye rolls, "anyway yes, I think a lot of the inhabitants would be interested, after all who wouldn't want to live forever?" He looks at you sweetly:
"Let's do this, give me a hand in spreading the word and I'll teach you to read, are you up for it?" He offers you his black hairy hand that comes out of the big dark cloak with gold embroidery,
"It's a done deal sir, I'll do anything for you",
"If we are alone, it is also okay to call me Narinder",
"Ok Mr. Narinder."
From that day you were "inseparable", you helped your new friend to extend his doctrine and he explained to you how to read his books, you often found yourself under the same tree reading books on magic, witchcraft, on their cult or about mythology.
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Killer sleep (Narinder x Fem!reader)
FanfictionWhen the old faith still reigned, your mother was a priestess and you were in constant contact with the five bishops; but one of them wasn't right, and dragged you with him into his dark abyss... After all, how can death touch someone who laughs in...
