this is a fanfic of LSK inspired by reading another fanfic. I do not own any of the recognisable characters or settings.
Summary: Grisia Sun was put on trial for necromancy. At the same time a familiar stranger enters the church of the god of light looking for her lost son, she is not happy at what she finds. Can the god of light and his church survive the wrath of the woman Grisia inherited his magic, loyalty and plotting skills from.
The day was bright the sky was clear of clouds and it was the middle of the afternoon, yet near everyone could feel that something terrifying was about to come and make itself known. In the streets of Leaf Bud City not a single citizen spoke a word as they went through their daily lives, stopping every so often to look over their shoulder or clutch a charm of protection. In the castle all was silence only broken by small sobs from the princess at the news she had overheard and the small muttering of the once-Hell-Knight who was filled with regret. In the church of the god of light only the twelve Holy Knights and the pope did not notice the impending air of doom and destruction. and that was because they had other things to worry were attending the trial and interrogation of one Grisia Sun The Sun Knight for use of necromancy.
With the entire city on edge everyone noticed the figure enter through the city gates. They were hidden by a cloak leaving nothing uncovered, still everyone knew to back away and make a path for them as they headed toward their destination: the church. Not a sound rang as the cloaked figure made their way up the steps to the shut front doors. They stilled for a moment. then the doors slammed open and the cloak dropped to the ground. In the place of the figure stood a strong, lean yet short woman with silver hair which turned blond when the light reflected from it. her eyes were sharp clear and seemed endless and ancient if you were to look directly into them. she looked young but also ageless gust leaving any who looked upon her with the sense of the youth of spring leaves caught in winter. She spoke only a few words but it was enough for those around her to know she was the source of the dooming aura around them.
"would you mind pointing me to my son."