Chapter: Peace for the Fallen

"His purpose is shrouded in mystery."

Gaoh stepped into the clearing of the Thesmophoros' Temple that featured the prominent obelisk that commemorated the fallen priests of his time. He frequently could come to this sight to clear his mind, or just to think through his future. The stone represented the heroes of this village, but it was also the obelisk that he was once sealed in ages ago.

As he approached the stone he noticed a elderly man with very thin hair bowing before the obelisk. When he looked up to it he could see that there were tears in his eyes. Was he the son of one of these names? Gaoh did not know, and was not the kind to pry into the lives of others. Still, he felt saddened for the man.

Gaoh stopped behind, and to the right of the elderly gentleman, with about five feet separating the two. It was a safe distance that was none threatening, and even though he did not want to pry, he wanted to make himself known that way the man would not be startled by his presence.

"Do you...know someone on the obelisk?" Gaoh asked in his quite voice. His voice was slightly hoarse, as these were the first words he had spoken today.

Gaoh could understand the feeling. He did not know a single individual on the memorial, but he understood what they had done for this Temple that had already done so much for him. From what he was told, he was born outside of the Land of Shrines, and so it was unlikely for anybody of his family to be on that stone, but still he felt like they were family. For the only family he had ever known was the temple.

"You weep for the fallen priests' of this temple, and you honor them by doing so." Gaoh said as he walked to a different side of the obelisk and knelt down, cat-style. He placed his hands together, with one hand cupping the other's fist. Gaoh bowed his head slightly in respect. "That is the spirit of the temple. So long as they are remembered, they will never truly be dead."