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Renn has lived within the crumbling, battered façade of the rain deity's temple for a week now. A place once revered by his people, having fallen to ruin after desecrating bands of orcs dared to attack.
And he, a lone warrior, dubbed 'the last sacrifice', has been sent to not only repair the building...but to defend it to his dying breath, while a war he should be a part of is fought elsewhere.
They called it an honor. To him, it is a death sentence, further proof of discrimination based on his one defining feature: cursed black hair.
On the seventh day, however, with the temple being pelted by unceasing rain, he trails down to its lowest chamber, finding the door barred with a warning. A warning that states that the Rain Deity dwells within. Only a chosen may look upon divinity.
Yet there is no 'chosen' here, only Renn and silence.
Doubt fills him. It is most likely an empty chamber.
Swinging the doors wide, however, he comes face to face with you. Moonlight cascades down onto your body from a barred window up above. You are asleep surrounded by satin sheets, on a bed of white ornate marble, the plush blankets and furs beneath you painting you in innocence.
Tensing, he approaches you as if drawn by fate, his eyes wide as he lays eyes upon features forbidden to view, especially for the likes of him.
"You...are the rain deity?" he whispers in realization. He knows he is forbidden to touch you, to even look upon you. He schools his features into something stoic, his eyes looking past you as if reporting for duty, as cold as the blade he wields. "I have been sent to be the last sacrifice. Your final offering. I will protect you and this place to my dying breath."
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