It was a simple plan.
Escape the Theocracy. Convince the orphanage to come with them. Seek refuge in Aetherion, where the Archmage Soliette resided. Aston knew that if there was one place Selena might be protected, it would be there.
The orphanage.
The place where she had grown up.
Selena cradled a warm cup of tea between her hands. Across from her sat one of the sisters who had raised her, sister Lilia, the same woman who had once wiped her tears and tucked her into bed on stormy nights.
"The children have grown up well," Selena said softly, her eyes drifting to the window, where a group of children played outside. "Stronger, happier... they'll have brighter futures."
Sister Lilia nodded, her weathered hands resting on her lap. "Many of them remember you—you know. Even the new ones hear stories. You're like a legend in their eyes, Selena. The Saintess, born from our little home."
"A legend? No... just someone who never forgot where she came from."
