From the land of dreams
Helios kneels, hands clasped and eyes closed. He murmurs the quiet words of a prayer but cuts himself off mid-syllable as something suddenly feels changed.
His eyes snap open and he stares around himself at wherever he has come to. He gets to his feet quickly. There is moonlight, he notices; nighttime. He is in some open park, not far from several apartment buildings, looking rather out of place in the clothing of a priest of Elysion.
Tell him what's going on?
His eyes snap open and he stares around himself at wherever he has come to. He gets to his feet quickly. There is moonlight, he notices; nighttime. He is in some open park, not far from several apartment buildings, looking rather out of place in the clothing of a priest of Elysion.
Tell him what's going on?