“How dare them!” Her father’s booming voice echoed around the hall. “Even the Holy Ones they did not pass.”
The audience agreed and sympathized with what they have encountered. Covered in blood and enduring a terrible pain on her stomach, she stood firmly on her ground together with the three Holy Ones on her side. She cannot see what they look like since they are all wearing veils as white as their clothing. But she knew their heads were shaven and marked based on her readings.
It is not the first time she has seen someone like them. She has seen Holy Ones ever since she was young, witnessing the Ascension of many folks. Merely watching and hoping that she’ll be blessed as well. And now, she will be. In only a matter of days.
“We are not harmed and we forgive them for their minds are c
