The Gods of Deavous
Thousands. Literal thousands praising a statue. I blended in with the brown robe cloaking my amour. But still I felt like I stood out among the crowd. My fingers trailed across the hilt of my blade out of nerves of these zealots. Their praise to a statue worried me most sadly. I had never been one for the faith. I of course could never join one to start. When one becomes apart of the Iron one dose not put anything above the royalty one serves. I of course have no issue with that oath but many have challenged that oath saying that we should be able to practice our beliefs.
"Praise! Praise be on to us brothers and sisters!" A young man screamed to the crowd. His face was young and smooth, I could tell he had no hair, Probably a young priest ready to preach his faith to his fellow zealots. "Our Saint has words to speak from our holy lord Stolz! Please lend your ears!" He tells them. The crowd roared in cheer as their applause made the skies tremble with envy of noise they made. With out much hesitation the crowd saw the doors swing open.
Then we all saw her. A stunning beauty of a young lady. The crowd cheered out her name as if on cue. "Saint Catherine!" They yelled in almost a slavish devotion. The young women then raised her left hand into the air. The crowds cheers soon died into a deep and eerie silenced. The lady then soon bowed before the crowd and...her back...
As if a miracle two white wings swung with a massive force causing a gust to strike the crowd. The dust kicked into my helmets grill slots causing me cough a bit. As she stood straight up again two swan like wings where in full bloom. Her hands clasped together in prayer as did everyone else but me. Ill I could do was stare at this mutant girl. Truly it was gift from birth to be born with the ability of flight. Mutants are a common people among non mutants. The faith sees them as gods angels but we merely say its some form of mutation that happens.
She must have been seen as a angel for how beautiful she was. Her long white hair flowed like a river of light down to her shoulders. Her blue eyes were inviting and warm, her figure was that of most beautiful women in holo pics. My visor showed bleeps of movement and everyone began to bow. I on the other hand was standing. I stood as if time stood still. I could see her staring at me with her piercing blue eyes. Though I felt no hostility from her.
My hands steadied themselves as I kept my level headedness. "Come young one." She called out, hand extended. The bowing crowd looked at me with envious eyes as I tip toed past them trying to respect their space. As I managed to make my way to the small steps I saw the young man who was preaching smiling a warm smile to me. "Extend your hand brother." She tells me softly like a mother would to her child.
I however looked back to the crowd. The crowd beckoned me from their bowing position to touch her hand. I took my right hand made of wire and metal and put it on her own. At first her expression showed horror as much as the crowd as she raised to show them. But then realized something. She lowered my hand down to the level we had them and put her own hand ontop of mine. "You have been in battle haven't you?" She asks softly rubbing it. "I have." I answer with my voice sounding distorted by my voice modulator. "A hardened veteran of war." She says reading me like a book she had read again and again.
"Yes I am." I say to her softly. "You must be one of the Iron Warriors am I correct?" She asks softly a voice of both pride and sadness. "I am." I tell her with no hint of regret. She gave me a warm smile still with no pity or remorse. "Why not come into the chapel young one?" She asks me softly. "It is warm and we can give you food and drinks and you can tell me why your here." She says with a warm inviting voice.
I could not argue with that. "Sure I have traveled for a few days on rations some food wouldnt hurt." I say to her. She warmly smiled and took my arm in her own her wing hiding me from view. "And maybe you could show me your face." She says as she leads me inside the chapel. As we walked in the priest moved in front of the crowd again. He began telling of how the saint was truly kind to take a stranger in and show me hospitality. The crowd only cheered again... I dont get it...I dont think I ever will.
To be continued.