She walked silently toward the dark, dank room where sinners always sat to confess their evil deeds. She knew her sins, yet felt no need to confess anything. Being a bandit was never anything she felt ashamed about. There was no reason to for her to have guilt. She stole for the common good of the people; taking down the pride of the wicked and bringing justice to the weak.

Flau trotted into the confession booth through the side door of the Olacian shrine. She sat in the chair that faced the opposite room and waited patiently for him to appear. She didn't believe much in the gods. She knew only one existed, but the voice was without a doubt his.

Flau had watched him since she was a teenager. He was about six or eight years older than her, but she always envied the way he was always studying and working so hard to become the main priest and 'speaker' of the gods. He rarely slept when he was training for his current duties. Flau knew he didn't sleep now, and instead stayed awake in a conscious meditation within the chapel.

Flau was pulled from her thoughts when she heard the door on the other side of the confession room open then shut distinctively. She heard footsteps come close to the window and heard a strong voice through the box before her. "You're back again, Miss Flau," Kain said calmly.

Flau sighed, shaking the thoughts from her head. The only reason she was there was to hear his voice without making a scene on the outside. Composing herself, she spoke confidently and defiantly, "Yeah…what of it, Priest?"

Kain smiled and said, "Many things are troubling you, aren't they?"

"Not really. Life is the same as it's always been," she said in a bored manner.

"Is there something you want to talk about, my child?"

Flau shuddered at the action of being called a 'child'. She wasn't that young. "I'm not a child, Priest Kain," she said bluntly.

Kain chuckled. "I know that, Miss Flau. I just can't help calling you that. I use the term so much around those who look up to me."

Flau scoffed. "I don't look up to you."

"You used to," he said sympathetically.

Flau could feel her cheeks flush a deep crimson. Closing her eyes, she forgot the comment and said, "I haven't committed many sins lately, but I've felt guilty for quite some time now…"

"Hmm…? What's on your mind?" he pressed.

Flau got up from the seat and paced around the room. "Nothing really. Just life I guess. Do you ever think about what would happen if our race became subordinate to some higher power unlike the gods?"

"I'd rather not say," Kain said sadly. "It would pain me to see so many people of our race, and even outside of it, suffer the subordination of a higher creature that would only want to hurt them."

"What if the gods are our true enemies? What if there's only one?" Flau asked.

"It's best that you forget those ideas, Flau. Believe what you will, but thoughts of a dark future for our race will only cause you distress. I don't want you to worry," he said calmly.

"Worry…? I was just saying 'what if'," she said defensively.

Kain nodded his head. "Something tells me that you're avoiding the topic of something, Flau."

Flau felt her heart skip a beat. Does he know? she asked herself feeling fear slip into her heart. No way! He can't read thoughts! He's just a priest who claims he can hear the voices of some mythical omni-whatever beings.

"Whatever the subject that happens to be bothering you, I hope that it does not harm you in the end. You're a special person, Miss Flau. No one could ever replace your existence and nothing could ever replace your deeds."

Flau gasped slightly. Kain really did care. He wasn't just some priest who preached 24/7, he was a person; someone who shared the same empathy and respect for others. She felt her throat tighten, wanting to release all her confessions of her adoration and possibly even love to him. She clenched her fist and sat back down in the chair.

"What significance do you believe I have anyway?" she asked.

Kain did not say anything for a moment. His deep voice broke the silence and he said, "Your heart…it's warm. Much warmer than you show in reality; on the outside, you hide behind a cold shell, however, you have a warm heart that welcomes others within."

Flau felt her throat tighten even more. She opened her mouth to speak, but the door to the confession opened and she closed her mouth immediately. In the doorway stood Jack Russell; the son of the legendary Cairn Russell.

Jack glanced at Flau and asked, "What are you doing in here?"

Her eyebrows furrowed before she said, "Nothing. It's called a confession. You confess your sins to the gods. What did you think it was?"

Jack nodded. "I'm sorry, geez…don't have a fit about it," he said as he left the room quickly. Flau sighed and turned back to the window. She heard the door on the other side close, signifying Kain had left.

She sat for a while on the stool before getting up and opening the door to the outside slightly. She glanced at the majestic white priest cloak that flowed after the tall angelic being. Kain stopped slightly and glanced through the crack to the confession room and smiled directly at Flau before returning to his daily walk.

Flau felt herself blush again. She quickly shut the door and waited a little longer before leaving the room.