It was raining when the man in the robe left the ship and entered the docks of Gobiath. He looked back into the sea, where the windy clouds were creating high waves, and the small passenger ship leaving again.
He grabbed his staff tightly, put up his hood and walked the street to Troll's Bane, searching for someone to give him more information about this place. He had heared much about the great shrines and temples of this island, and he wished to visit them.
"Let's go." he mumbled to himself. The rain was getting stronger.
Pilgrimage
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Mairead hurried through Trolls Bane. "Only a few days left before I have to go back to the monastery", she thought.
The last few days the young girl has spent with Adrian and Fiora. The time playing with her two siblings, cooking for them and for her father, was a time she enjoyed to the fullest. She loved her family.
At the very first moment Mairead didn't even notice the man she passed by. He was a visitor to town, like so many people. Maireads thoughts were elsewhere and she even forgot to greet the man in her hurry.
But one second right after she had passed him, something made her stop... and turn.
Something about the man had caught her attention as she was close to him; a feeling that suddenly struck her.
"What a warm appearance he has.", Mairead wondered and still stood there, looking after the man.
Should she greet him?...
After gathering some informations about the local shrines, the man arrived in his first location: A small church inside the local library, though no one was able to tell him the exact god, this location was dedicated to. Some said Malachín, some Elara. It was not neceressary for him to know the exact answer, he just wanted to enjoy his pilgrimage, and his prayers.
Some people had told him about the Eldan monastery, and he wished to go there somewhere in the next days.
After praying silently for some time, the man grabbed his staff and walked past the fields outside of the town, until he was close to the old forest, where the bright sunlight was shining on some old, destroyed ruin. He decided to sit down there, and took a good mouthful of water out of his bottle. The long journey made him quite tired, and he leaned himself against the wall. Shortly afterwards, he fell asleep. The weather wasn't better at all. It was still raining.
Some people had told him about the Eldan monastery, and he wished to go there somewhere in the next days.
After praying silently for some time, the man grabbed his staff and walked past the fields outside of the town, until he was close to the old forest, where the bright sunlight was shining on some old, destroyed ruin. He decided to sit down there, and took a good mouthful of water out of his bottle. The long journey made him quite tired, and he leaned himself against the wall. Shortly afterwards, he fell asleep. The weather wasn't better at all. It was still raining.
After the long night, in which he had slept leaning at the wall, he woke up with his back hurting. "Ohh, I must have fallen asleep." he sighed, while stretching himself a bit to fight the pain.
After he had done so, his everyday morning prayer to Eldan began in silence. The words, and the silence were giving him a good and warm feeling, and shortly afterwards, the pain was gone. He grabbed his staff and started his walk to the Eldan monastery.
Humming a melody, he walked the small, muddy street toward the old monastery in the western part of the island. Birds were singing, and he enjoyed the view over the long grasslands of western Gobiath.
After walking for an hour, he could see the monastery in the far distance.
When he arrived there, he knocked on the door with his pilgrim's staff, and waited for someone to open it. Since no one opened him, he tried to open the door and realized, it was open, and in his opinion, thus happy to recieve visitors. With a friendly, warm smile on his lips, he entered the cloister and examined it.
After he had done so, his everyday morning prayer to Eldan began in silence. The words, and the silence were giving him a good and warm feeling, and shortly afterwards, the pain was gone. He grabbed his staff and started his walk to the Eldan monastery.
Humming a melody, he walked the small, muddy street toward the old monastery in the western part of the island. Birds were singing, and he enjoyed the view over the long grasslands of western Gobiath.
After walking for an hour, he could see the monastery in the far distance.
When he arrived there, he knocked on the door with his pilgrim's staff, and waited for someone to open it. Since no one opened him, he tried to open the door and realized, it was open, and in his opinion, thus happy to recieve visitors. With a friendly, warm smile on his lips, he entered the cloister and examined it.