Chapter 29: Chapter 29: Goddess’ Temple
Rye felt time stop the moment it happened and it didn't help that Dehray chose that exact time to regain full consciousness, shouting in fright at the man on the floor in front of her with a large dent in the top of his head.
"Ahhhh—" she half screamed covering her mouth before she could fully let it out but even then it was too late.
She could see the fear in Dehray's eyes and knew that she could instantly point them in Rye's direction if it came to it.
Debra opened her mouth to speak, but Rye didn't wait to listen as she turned around and bolted as fast as she could.
Instead of heading towards the entrance they had taken when they entered, Rye chose to jump through the wall into the next compound while thinking hard about where she could go to hide.
"The Goddess abode is a place I've tried to get in. They welcome everyone to pray and worship the goddess but only a few can join them. Even as a human, even the king won't be able to touch you!" Misha's words flashed in her mind.
It popped into her head and Rye couldn't unthink it as she raced through the streets realizing how odd she looked.
Instantly she turned to a trader in the street, a woman. One that looked slightly more benevolent than the rest.
"In what direction is the Goddess chapel?" Rye pleaded with tears in her eyes trying to convey that her life depended on it.
At first, the woman refused to answer, looking at her environment with a warily that had grown from years of living.
It was only after she noticed that no one seemed to be chasing after the finely dressed young woman in front of her that she finally chose to answer.
"It's quite far on foot! But if you keep going and take a left after the butcher's platform, you can spot a tall building from there. Just walk towards it!" The woman responded her red eyes taking every inch of Rye's appearance before watching her nod and dash off.
'She looks well off and her skin looks well taken care of. Maybe she was kidnapped and she needs a safe place to return to
Unfortunately for her, she soon learned to know better when a couple of minutes later she saw a dozen soldiers walk straight towards her stall after talking to some beggars on the street.
Meanwhile, Rye continued to run as fast as she could, but not fast enough to look completely out of place.
It was nighttime but the market looked even busier than usual, but Rye didn't care to look around.
'He's a Red so he can't possibly be dead but I can already imagine what they'll do if they catch me,' Rye gasped in fear turning right the second she came to a junction and smelled the putrid smell of a butcher's stall.
She looked up and instantly saw the sharp pointy tail of the white tall building she needed to go to.
"I don't know who you are and I don't know if you exist but I'll give you my life even if you ask for it," she mumbled under her breath as she rushed forward, picking up her pace much faster than before.
At first, when she entered the strange land she was in, her prayer was to return but after spending less than three weeks, she soon realized that surviving was something she needed to pray about first.
People kept on staring but Rye didn't care, only slowing down her pace the second she got to the goddess gates.
Sweat dripped down her brows and covered her face but she didn't care.
"I-I need—" she gasped the moment she got to the large entrance, surprised to see no one try to stop her.
The entrance was wild and magnificent, almost identical to what a modern-day chapel would look like apart from how luxurious everything looked.
Even the door handles seemed to have been made from pure gold.
Rye was still stunned trying to figure out where to go when she saw a woman dressed in a plain white gown with multiple gold beads tied around her waist move closer to where she stood.
"The Goddess is the light," she said bowing her head as she spoke to Rye while Rye simply stood looking at her with a stunned look on her face.
It was obvious that she had no idea what her response was supposed to be.
"You came to worship the goddess right?" the woman spoke again, raising her head to fix a more curious gaze on Rye who instantly nodded her head.
"Yes, but I was wondering if I could see the head," Rye asked with an extremely worried expression on her face.
"You mean the high lady of the goddess? No one can see her until she wants to be seen,"
"What about the one directly below her?"
"You'd like to meet a lady of the goddess?" The woman in front of her asked and Rye instantly nodded.
"Is this really—"
"It's extremely important!" Rye responded interrupting her before she could finish.
She was sure that Ma'am Visma's men were bound to trace her to the Goddess' house.
The woman in front of Rye didn't speak for a couple of seconds before she finally nodded her head.
Normally, she would have instantly refused but seeing the nice clothes the woman in front of her had on, she didn't dare to make an error by sending her off.
'I'll just call Lady Nihmah, she's the kindest and surprisingly the most free,' Holi thought.
"Take a seat and wait here! I'll be with you shortly!" she informed Rye before walking away through the pillars that led to a corridor Rye couldn't see from where she stood.
The hall was vast and huge and a huge statue of a veiled woman was erected right in the middle of it.
People crowded around it begging on their knees and Rye was tempted to follow suit.
But instead, she slid in between one of the pews and hid herself waiting for the woman she had spoken to, to reappear.
Her heart thumped voraciously in her chest from fear as seconds ticked by. Every footstep at the entrance made her bend lower than before in a bid to hide herself.
'Please— If you help me, I'll do anything,' she begged pleading with a God she couldn't see.
But she had just finished pleading in her mind when the worst thing she feared appeared.
It was the heavy sound of multiple feet that struck her with horror, as she peeked from the side to see multiple men with swords around their waists walk into the Goddess' house one after the other.
Her face instantly paled in fear, and her hands trembled in dread as she knelt there, feeling an ominous sense of doom hovering over her head.
Gifts
-- Gift
received Weekly Power Status
-- Power
Ranking 
-- Power
stone