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Soft thuds of footsteps fill the silence. A child no bigger than five walks into the broken temple.
The walls that held cravings of the god within, now half broken and cracked. The white colour that once reflected the shine of sun is now turned dusty yellow. And the way from the door to the shrine is filled with rocks, leaves and dust from being neglected all these years.
The statue of the forgotten God stands in center of the room, his one hand behind his back while the other is extended toward the Shrine table, palm opened and welcoming to his followers. His face holds a gentle smile that instantly relieves the child.
But the child's comfort is disturbed when he realizes that the Gods face is broken. A deep crack runs from his forehead to his jaw, a few more years and the face would fully split. Leaving nothing but crumbles in the God's wake.
Realising he has nothing to pray with, the child finally collapses to his knees and cannot stop the tears from his eyes.
"Please... Help me."
He says.
"I- I have no one left anymore. I..."
His sobs echo off the old walls.
"Please. Help me, Tiaza Danxia."
He begs, tears falling to the ground. His head falls to the Gods feet as he finally cries to his hearts content. The cruelty of the word and the weight of fate finally leaves his tiny shoulders as he cries his pain away. He curls up into himself, arms hugging his knees, finally letting it all out of his chest.
After some time, the child finally stops. His breath slowing down as exhaustion takes it's troll on him. He falls asleep right near the feet of the God's statue.
Lighting cracks outside as dark clouds fill the night sky. Soon the drumming of water drops follow and the soft rain quickly turns into a Strom.
A bolt of thunder cracks at the entrance of the temple. When light fills the room, a shadow stands. Devine eyes watching the shivering figure of the child at his statues feet. The child looks frail and pathetic, he thinks. He steps closer to the sleeping boy in the darkness of the room and kneels near him.
Another bolt crackles outside and the child flinches.
The God stops for a second, observing the little human before sighing. He sits closer to him and pulls the child into his lap. The boy slowly falls to the ground with his head supporting on the Gods lap. The God runs his fingers through the boys dirty and tangled hair, as if a mother caring for her son.
"Sleep comfortably now, child. You are safe."