titus

Chapter 1 He is here again. The warm southern wind strokes the mountain peaks, and from heaven right in front of my eyes descends the "Bulletin of the Wind". He sits on my shoulder and pecks cold armor, and then bows his head to me and begins to twitter, telling the last news from all of Esperia. "When can I go and look at it all?" To say that I do not really like this place is to say nothing. Alas, I cannot leave it.I am the title, the last of the guards of the temple. Behind me is the temple that I protect.This is the temple of the fallen goddess, and even the air here is filled with sacred power.There is no soul around and no sound is heard. Day after day I sit, crossing my legs, on white stone steps leading to the temple.Occasionally, I am practicing with a spear and shield that the heavenly artisan handed me.Once a year, a small messenger arrives at me.All the rest of the time, only impeccable white columns surround me. These columns reflect pink sunsets and sparkling light of distant stars.There are thirty -three pillars.The temple is impeccable, and I, like a silent white giant, guard it, while the wisest is sleeping in a deep sleep behind heavy doors. I thought there would be no end to this appeal.But winter came again, and hordes of demons appeared with it. Cruel winds flew in, bringing a snowstorm and a caustic smell of blood on their wings.The mountains were shrouded in impenetrable darkness. I got to my feet, and my armor creaked. "Eh ... it's time to get a little grief." I raised a spear in the face of the Horde of the demons gathered at the foot of the steps, and realized that my end was close. In a fierce battle, I lost a shield with armor, and my spear broke.And yet I fought to the last breath, as befits the guard of the temple. The shining snow -white temple collapsed, and my bones were buried under the remains of great columns. Chapter 2 The darkness seemed endless to me, and I can’t say exactly how much I overslept in her silence.Suddenly, in silence, a metal creak was heard, and then heavy, rhythmic blows. "... wake up, child." I heard a soft whisper.He seemed to me as familiar as if it was my mother. “... the temple of many directed to the true path, to the path of good.Now the world is full of chaos, and demons are teeming everywhere.Good disappears quickly, like a falling star.But you can protect them, right?... Your courage will be able to hold the sky over their heads.As before you defended this temple, protect them. ” The voice of the goddess instructed me. Soft, but great power lifted me up, forcing me to wake up. The dusty ring emits the pale golden light and slowly rotates, making a circle behind the circle. "Chirik-Chirik!"- Two birds chirping loudly in my ears.This is my messenger and his girlfriend. He is back. My familiar jumped down and tilted his head, examining an unusual creature.He uncertainly pecks a stone column with his tiny yellow beak.Finally, as if making sure of something, he is filled with a cheerful song. From the joyful song of the messenger, memory returns to me.Little by little, I remember how beautiful the world is.The messenger describes me all his splendor. It has a place called Esperia.There you can meet the pure courage and selfless faith.People there share the joys and sorrows of each other.They live in real, and they have souls. Inner peace gives rise to kindness. "I want to be in these lands, because in the heart of everyone there is their own temple." In the darkness, hearing the question of the goddess, I gave my answer. Nothing is over yet.I will fulfill my defender's duty. The burning white light shines in the heart of the astral device, becoming hotter and brighter ... The voice of a divine artisan rings in my ears.He laughs, he speaks loudly and calmly: “With the return, Titus,” I hear.“The world needs your protection.”