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Torch of the Old Faith

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Torch of the Old Faith Empty Yesterday at 10:22 pm

Dominic Luzero





Dominic, Deacon of Light





Dominic took in a deep breath as he entered the city of Santalicia. It has been more then twenty years since he last walked the streets. Flashes of memories would come to him as he would turn a corner every now and then. It was all a different experience from Fiore; it was hotter as the bright sun bore down on him, but thankfully not humid, the cobblestone streets had grass breaking out between each crack, showing how nature still thrived wherever, despite civilization.

"Buen dia, padre" a young Stellan man greeted Dominic as he was passing by. This became very common the moment he stepped foot into Stella. Because he wore his vestments, everyone caught his eye and gestured to him in respect. The interaction was much different in Fiore where there was heavy formality, while in Stella, people would be more comfortable, yet respectful, when speaking to him.

The visit to the city was refreshing, though he wasn't here on vacation. Dominic had told his parish that he would be visiting the old church back in his grandmother's home city to pay respects and to keep his notes up to date, given that he is an archiver.

The church was small, but built in an area that was well tended to by the locals. Dominic had remembered visiting this church regularly for a time, though he was but a child at the time. Now he stood before it as not only a grown man but as a priest.

"Bendicion, padre!" An older Stellan woman happily called to him as she was passing by the church.

"Dios te bendiga, Doña" he gestured a blessing towards her before she nodded in thanks and left. He felt very welcomed here and at home, though at times he would remember his grandmother's voice, tugging at his heart as the breeze would tug at the base of his dark brown robes.

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