Location: Sanctum Sanctorum - Sacred Lily Garden
A sole luna moth fluttered through the sacred garden filled with the rarest of lilies. Light sprinkled delicately on the petals of each lily. A fine mist softly caressing the atmosphere, as if daring not to disturb the balance within the room. The sole luna moth fluttered carelessly from lily to lily until it came upon one with darkened petals. A bright light filled the space once occupied by the insect and now stood a man with beautiful blemish free skin. Hair as long and beautiful as the time in a day. Silver in color with traces of white. A blue ribbon adorned the hair as an accessory. The man’s hand extended toward the flower and watched as with a soft touch, the flower crumbled. In its place, a small seed was left. His hands delicately scooped the seed up and planted it in the exact place the other had been mere seconds before.
“The circle of life,” he spoke.
“Master. Someone is at the door. They seem to be injured.”
One of the warriors of the sanctum entered the sacred chamber and immediately bowed to the stunning man dressed in beautiful silver and blue garments. He stood from his kneeled position and turned to face the informant.
“One must not bring noise within the sanctuary of lilies. Come, we shall inspect this intrusion together. Have Armando check on the remaining lilies please.”
“Yes, Master.”
He moved as if his feet did not touch the ground. His elegance and poise were unmatched by any within the sanctum. Swiftly he made his way to the front door of the building. Two more guards greeted him when he reached his destination and one pointed at what looked to be a man with the wings of a dove, and a child with the horns of an imp. Aielah approached silently observing the child who seemed filled with fear and was crying. Aielah gave him a gentle, warm smile. His aura banished darkness and freed the mind of fear. His soft touch brought a smile to the child’s face and the crying ceased.
“You are injured,” Aielah spoke, addressing Raphael but his eyes never left the face of the child. “I can provide you shelter for the night. Please, follow me and we shall mend that which is broken.”
Aielah retracted his hand from the child’s face and turned back to the Sanctum, entering without another word. He would lead them to the Eastern Wing, a part of the Sanctum that was cut off from the true nature of the place. There, he housed those who needed shelter. Here he did not worry about anyone accidentally stumbling on the beauty within the Sanctum, or allowing the temptation to grasp the inner corner of their minds. Here in the East Wing, they would be safe. The nurses would come and bring blankets and a change of clothes. A warm bath would be drawn for each, and they would be shown to a room, but they would not be able to see nor enter the rest of the Sanctum. It would remain shrouded from their senses and out of their reach.