I pray thy soul shall find thy own light, lest thy soul find only the darkened path.
I pray thy soul shall find thy own faith, lest thy soul find a fate ever horrid.
O, Lord of thy true souls, thy true souls of Isamis, I pray to thy name with but single the simple wish - Monk of soul crippled from Sinais' deadly blow, let his faith be thy measure, to behasten his mortal recovery, to behasten his spirit of thy Holy Will. We are forever in your debt, my Lord."
Days…
Weeks…
The monks care not, as they pray for the soul in need. The physical recovery is further than complete, but the soul has not yet found its vessel, and if the soul is unable to find its vessel, I fear deeply for my friend… A-and… It was me. I was the one who carried out the attack, I was the one who tried to send my greatest friend to the deepest depths of the Sinais world… For I was the one who allowed the demon to envessel myself, and there is no way for it to have been the fault of anyone else. My friend, when you recover, I'll pay you back for the pain in which I have caused
Deep in turmoil within his own mind, he ignores the now horrid growls and pangs of his stomach from now having rejected meals for a week. A silence throughout the room, so many days long, not accounting for the noise of hunger, is broken with the standing of a monk, "Yes, I believe it is time to take the Grail from the pedestal, his soul shall find its vessel, I shall do the honors."
A smile creeps along Brians face, and without realizing this, stops praying to see his good friend… As he is seen breathing, "His soul… Does that mean his soul is close to Auden?"
"Yes, indeed it does. Our prayers have reached our Lord, and there is no more we can do to hasten his recovery, even in prayer. It is up to his own soul to find its way, and it will." Just then, the monk pulls out a Grail, from the hands of Auden.
Curiously, Brian asks, "Of what importance is the Grail?"
" Well, it is quite simple, it is because of the Isamist promise to the Lord by monks… The Light of Spirit Grail A birth, the birth of a Isamist, is marked with the ceremony of The Spirits of Light - A promise that in prayer through Isamist life, a new spirit shall find their way. Thus is the truth of any true Isamist, but the life of a holy monk is begun with a promise of The Light of Spirits - A promise that in death, ones own spirit shall be trusted to God to aide in the quest of the Holy One; thus, to fulfill their promise, at the end of their life, they make one last prayer: To contain their soul within a Holy Grail, which they shall trust their soul to be taken in by the holy one. Pouring water into the grail will make it Holy Water, and when a person drinks this water, they will then take in the soul and the soul shall heal its drinker. In prayer, the monk hopes that our Holy God will let the Holy One be the only one to drink the Holy Water, for 'the path of the soul who drinketh thy grail shall, as too, be the path of the soul of thy Grail of Isamist.'"
A look of amazement and relief comes upon Brians face, "I thought that maybe the soul may be reached by the Sinais Unholy Lord if not to its own vessel."
"Yes, which is why we were praying, to lead the soul to either the grail or the vessel, to keep the soul safe from Sinais' intervention. You likely played the greatest part, the Holy God would rather not displease The Holy One… It just wouldn't be good for any of us… Either way, he will recover on his own, let us leave the room and give him peace; without food, none of us are of any use in helping him anyways when his soul finds the vessel." And with that, every monk as well as Brian was convinced to stand, filing out one way, and the grail went elsewhere.
Walking out of the room, Brian is relieved by the news.
Auden, so long as I have the ability, I will make sure you are safe… I never want to see you go through such pain ever again! I have learned much from the demon shadow, and shall use that knowledge to save my people… Never again… Now I see the horrible truth of Sinais, a truth never seen first-hand descended upon my spirit. I became what I had to destroy, and through that transformation, I shall overcome
"Brian? Brain? Wake from your wake-dreaming! You were made much to eat, we have prepared a great feast… Eat, be full, be strong… Auden wouldn't want you to cause yourself such pain anyways at his expense." As his words are spoken, Brian is snapped out of the mental conversation and to the mess hall, where there is much food lined along its many tables.
"I suppose you are correct, if it means so much to you, I shall ea-"
Suddenly, the doors to the mess hall swing open most violently, as a monk yells in fear, and in great horror, "The Eletale Book… It is missing!"
The monks all grab a loaf of bread, as does Brian, and dash from the hall in great speed, "Agh! The attack was just a diversion, how could we have been so blind! If it had been a real attack, the Unholy God could easily have sent many demons in!"
Iwas… A diversion?
"Pain… Emotions… Life… Death… Such heavy burdens. But, I suppose it is nothing if I am allowed a throne with my master; to converse with these pitiful humans is enough to make me sick… So blind to the truth of Sinais, worse is that I must behave as a human Isamist. Fools, most, if not all of them still sin to their own religion… Isamists indeed… Ignorant of the truth, yet in their own ideas of truth, they lie to their own ideals! So infuriating, but I must suffer through it for only a few more full moons… Then the child of the Isamis will be ours!"
…Fury…