Priest

he saw himself, six years old again, sitting in the bay with Alea and looking out the window into the distance. She had always liked that very much. Her eyes shone green like the glass. She told him stories and fairy tales; sometimes his sister was there, but he preferred to be alone with his mother. He felt her embrace when she put him to bed and smelled the scent of her hair that brushed his face when she kissed him on the forehead.

Raen's fingers tightened around the object, which he wasn't supposed to own.

He saw the smile on her face every time his father took her in his arms or complimented her. He heard her laugh ...

The pain came back and with it the feeling of guilt. Raen squirmed. He had to break away from it now. Now, or it would haunt him forever. His thoughts had to be pure if he was to enter the priesthood. He sniffed the item one last time. Wasn't there a touch of jasmine? He opened his eyes. It would cause great indignation if it came out what he