The morning light filtered through the church’s modest windows, casting a warm glow over the wooden interior.

Everything looked quite different in the daylight, almost like a fresh layer of paint brightening up the place!

Starting from the simple wooden pews - now clearly revealing their age through countless scratches and faded carvings, too faded to discern what they used to be - down to the plain but well-maintained walls. Yet they didn’t lack in scribbled out ‘decor’ in places, many of them covered by some simple and very childish pictures.

A smile tugged at Elynara’s lips at some of the silly stick figures there. Were they fighting dragons? And was that flower swinging a sword?