As hard time fell over Euphrosyne she regularly visited the Cathedral in hopes that the Spirit would guide her through her most needed hours. With nothing getting better for the first time in her life, Euphrosyne, a woman who had her life to the Spirit thought that he wasn't there. In a time of pain for her, accusations of heresy belittled her every word and even her life in the people's eye. In her most painful hour, she sat on her knees, her robes and cloak draping around her like a shield for her soul. Her auburn locks were covering her eyes as she prayed for forgiveness. Had the spirit forgotten her? What was her life to become? What was she to do now that everyone thought her a heretic? It all became clearer the more she thought. Soon the truth of the situation crumbled before her. She couldn't cry forever.
With little to no help from her fellow sisterhood, and lack of friendship she had no one to defend her beside herself. The spirit had made this clear to her with his lack of response. It was time for her to fix her problems. Her eyes opened, her long eyelashes clouded the image she saw before her. The comforting light of hope had never shone so bright for her other than in this moment. Hope for her future as a woman of the Spirit.
She slowly stood, her robes covering her from her wrists to her feet. Quietly making her way towards the doors of the empty Cathedral the lights of the building flickered and lit her path. A road of defending herself without the help of others. As she opened one door the almost blinding cold wind hit her with such strength, she nearly fell back. The feeling of frost on her already pale cheeks grew as she forced the other door open. Her once thick robes fluttered in the wind as if they were merely the feathers of wings. Even as the wind forced her into a much slower pace, she fought against it. Trudging against the wind and rain to eventually collapse onto her knees from the strength of the wind.
As the flame within her heart boiled, she stood against the piercing wind as tall as ever. She would never fall to the will of others and their falsehoods. With her new found fury she would never let her faith be questioned even by herself. In the end, the spirit never assisted her with the help of others; it assisted with the aid of herself. Behind her soft sea-foam green eyes rested a greater mind than before. If she were to be the holy woman she had always been, even since birth, she would not allow herself to forget the Spirit now.
Behind her pale skin were seething flames of faith and divine intention, the robes covering said skin represented her wings. The auburn waves present and resting on her shoulders contained more secrets than tangles. Despite such strong accusations of heresy against her, she would remain herself to all that knew her. As her eyes widened and her head tilted up to look at the sky, she saw nothing but abundant and swirling plumes of black clouds. The storm was here, and nothing could shield her better than herself from the harsh wind and rain.
Behind her pale skin were seething flames of faith and divine intention, the robes covering said skin represented her wings. The auburn waves present and resting on her shoulders contained more secrets than tangles. Despite such strong accusations of heresy against her, she would remain herself to all that knew her. As her eyes widened and her head tilted up to look at the sky, she saw nothing but abundant and swirling plumes of black clouds. The storm was here, and nothing could shield her better than herself from the harsh wind and rain.
As she thought of her newfound strength, a drop of water hit her eye, though she didn't cease her full gaze to the skies. The water moved from her eye down her cheek and dripped from her chin came showers. Dense rainfall that blinded her at that moment but did not weaken the state. She rubbed her eyes before standing once more. As the wind and rain beat upon her body and face, she ran against the force of the rain. To what her fate will be is undecided.
As the faun could no longer run from the wolves in entering the small clearing, it stood still and proud. It's fear had surpassed and the initial instinct settled into nothing but pride for its kind. As much as it wished it were the larger predator, it was not hopeless. Through time and determination, even the mightiest of mountains can crumble from the smallest of streams. Destinies were meant to be challenged, so go forth with nothing less than confidence for the better of your life.
