Bab 93: Chapter 93: Hyden and the Idiot Trio

A young man with blonde hair sat in the midst of many trees. His eyes turned skyward, his knees against the ground. Though pebbles sunk into his skin, he cared not. Though pain ran through his shin, he cared not.

All that mattered was a connection.

A faith. 

A prayer.

A prayer that he chanted, that he raised, that he called.

"O' Fortuna," he spoke, his head slowly lowering to the ground.

Until he touched the ground.

His heart ached, his mind calmed, every pore in his body was present, was alert, was faithful.

For he prayed.

For he prayed.

And his goddess.

Answered his prayers.

"My child, my apostle, my brave Hyden."

The blonde man, Hyden, shivered at the voice that rang in his head.

The goddess was here.

Amidst the calls of the sparrows, the chirps of the insects the voce of the forest. Words of a goddess rang in his head.