Sora Yatagami was a young boy who lost everything. His parents were framed by a mistake they never commit.
After that none of his friends and other family wants to take him in. And thanks to that Sora lose trust in people and the idea of being in a...
Somewhere far off, Zora heard what sounded like a bell ringing. No sooner had he'd dreaming brain processed that than something prodded his shoulder. Zora wriggled deeper into the blankets and groaned.
Zora: Urr, ten minutes...just five more minutes...
Selka: No. Wake up.
Zora: Three...just three minnis...
The prodding continued, sending a signal of confusion through the sleep clouding Zora's brain. His sister, Suguha, wouldn't wake him up in such a timid way. She'd scream at him, pull his hair, pinch his nose, or even use the cruel nuclear option: yanking the covers off the bed.
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Zora: Sugu? Oh yeah...
At last Zora remembered that he wasn't in the real world or Alfheim, and Zora popped his head out from under the blankets. Through parted eyelids, he saw Selka, already in her nun's habit. The apprentice sister looked at him in exasperation.
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Selka: Would you get up already? It's 5:30. All the children have risen and washed up. If you don't hurry, you'll be late for worship.
Zora: Okay, I'm getting up...
Zora sat up slowly, lamenting the loss of the bed's warmth and the comfort of peaceful sleep. Just as he remembered it from last night, he was in the guest room on the second floor of the church in Rulid. Or within the Underworld created by the Soul Translator. His odd experience would not end as a brief one-night dream, it seemed.
Zora: So it's a dream, but it wasn't a dream.
Selka: What was that?
Selka asked, catching the statement Zora hadn't meant to say out loud. He quickly shook his head in a mild panic.
Zora: N-nothing. I'll just change and get ready. In the chapel downstairs, right?
Selka: Yes. You might be our guest and a lost child of Vecta, but if you're going to sleep in the church, you must pray to Stacia. Sister Azalia always says, even a cup of water contains the goddess's blessing and must be appreciated...
