[h1][center][color=#8E44AD]Dawnhaven’s Temple Of Selune[/color][/center][/h1]
[h2][sub][center][color=#8E44AD]The Chosen One Arrives[/color][/center][/sub][/h2]
[h3][sub][center][color=#8E44AD]The Sermon begins[/color][/center][/sub][/h3]

Lysander walked into Dawnhaven with a sense of purpose, his violet eyes scanning the area briefly before he moved forward. His robe of deep purple linen flowed around him, falling gracefully to his heels, catching the light in a way that made it shimmer as though woven from the night sky itself. A silver necklace adorned his chest, bearing the unmistakable crescent moon of Seluna, a symbol of devotion that now carried far more weight than it had in his past.

He didn’t stop to take in the crowded town square where most of the townspeople had gathered, their attention focused elsewhere. His destination was clear—the Temple of Seluna.

He moved with purpose, his feet leading him to the waters that bordered the sacred space. The exterior of the temple was made out of dark wood, almost blending into the forest, save for the warm glow of lanterns. The cool air hummed with a sense of peace, and as Lysander crossed the narrow bridge toward the temple, his heart swelled with the conviction of his divine purpose.

The temple’s sanctum was quiet, save for a few faithful who lingered near the moon pool at the heart of the holy place. A large open dome above allowed the glow of the crescent moon to filter through, casting a soft light upon the waters. The woodwork was warm with carvings of the moon’s phases adorning the walls. 

Lysander’s arrival was swift, his steps reverberating through the hollowed chamber as the few believers turned to look at him. His eyes shone with purpose, and without hesitation, he made his way toward the moon pool, its cool waters glistening in the moonlight. The believers stared, wide-eyed, as if they had been waiting for something, or someone or so Lysander believed. He raised his hands, his voice ringing through the silent space, pulling their attention to him with effortless charisma, priming his emotional control powers as he spoke.

"[color=#8E44AD]Rejoice, faithful of Seluna! For the time of darkness has passed, and the chosen of the Moon Goddess has arrived in your midst![/color]" His voice, melodic and touched with an eerie resonance, filled the temple.

"[color=#8E44AD]Through her divine will, I have been sent to guide you, to lead you from despair. I am her vessel, her chosen. The one that will show you the gifts which Seluna bestows upon us all![/color]" Lysander’s eyes gleamed with intensity as he continued, every word calculated to inspire devotion.

"[color=#8E44AD]Seluna has not forgotten you, her light shines upon us even in this dark time. Her grace will save us all.[/color]"

The believers, though few in number, watched in awe, their murmurs rising as they processed the words of this self-proclaimed chosen. Lysander lowered his hands, letting the silence fill the air once again, his eyes scanning the room for signs of doubt or resistance. But for now, there was none. His arrival had sparked hope where there had been little, and that was all he needed to begin.