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How long had it been since he'd left the safety of his master's temple? He did not know. How long had it been since he'd last smelled the sweet, dazzling scent of the roses surrounding the lands that belonged to his master? He could not remember that, either. The thought of ascending the ongoing stairs to the Hall of the Pope, where once the ruler of the entire Sanctuary resided, seemed shallow. He clearly missed the silken touch of the Crimson roses he called his own; the deadly precision with which he'd learnt to wield the as deathly Ebony roses; the care with which he grew the roses White as snow. Albafica missed his old residence greatly, yet he couldn't have stayed. He needed to become stronger in order to protect what was entrusted to him, so he'd set out on a journey to find a new master to kneel to. To obey and grow stronger under.
Yet after two years his searches had yet to come to frution. Afraid of what had become of him after taking his master's magic, and thus allowing him to thread the path of solitude, Albafica had yet to encounter a human being that was resistent against the potent poison that was his blood. He didn't want to go against his master's will to hurt innocents without proper reason, yet Aphrodite had told him otherwise. He'd ignored the old Celestial inhabiting his mind for so long, though when he proved to be his only 'companion', and the only one to keep him sane in his lonesome journey... the young child had come to accept him as a tutor too. Right now, his vocal tutor had ordered him to scavenge the forest for food. Berries and whatever other food that did not resort to killing would do; after all they still had some dried meat left from an unsuspecting salesman. The reward for a play well enacted; had it not been for the shallowness of their lie they might've managed to grab unto more than just food. But for now Aphrodite had told him to keep to himself only the bare minimum. That being 'whatever you can carry without being slowed down or targeted upon' minimum. It had been how the celestial spirit and his would-be vessel had survived for two years. No contact other than the bare minimum for food, only at the edges of town. Nature would provide the rest, as it did now. The bushes near the small pond held a feast for the youngster's eyes, and he didn't bother checking for other beings near him as he went for the blueish round berries dangling from the bush's branches.
Yet after two years his searches had yet to come to frution. Afraid of what had become of him after taking his master's magic, and thus allowing him to thread the path of solitude, Albafica had yet to encounter a human being that was resistent against the potent poison that was his blood. He didn't want to go against his master's will to hurt innocents without proper reason, yet Aphrodite had told him otherwise. He'd ignored the old Celestial inhabiting his mind for so long, though when he proved to be his only 'companion', and the only one to keep him sane in his lonesome journey... the young child had come to accept him as a tutor too. Right now, his vocal tutor had ordered him to scavenge the forest for food. Berries and whatever other food that did not resort to killing would do; after all they still had some dried meat left from an unsuspecting salesman. The reward for a play well enacted; had it not been for the shallowness of their lie they might've managed to grab unto more than just food. But for now Aphrodite had told him to keep to himself only the bare minimum. That being 'whatever you can carry without being slowed down or targeted upon' minimum. It had been how the celestial spirit and his would-be vessel had survived for two years. No contact other than the bare minimum for food, only at the edges of town. Nature would provide the rest, as it did now. The bushes near the small pond held a feast for the youngster's eyes, and he didn't bother checking for other beings near him as he went for the blueish round berries dangling from the bush's branches.
