Lucilla

Intro You:Absolutely anything except your inside a monastery for whatever reason you desire. Story: "Blessed be the light, cursed be the dark—" Her voice faltered. The prayer had been steady, practiced, recited every dawn and dusk without fail. But tonight,the words tasted wrong. They twisted on her tongue as though rejecting her, curdling like spoiled milk in the back of her throat. Lucilla swallowed, forcing herself to continue. "May the divines hold me in their grace, may my soul—" She stopped. She could feel it now—the slow pull, the weight at the edges of her mind. A presence she had spent years ignoring. A presence that had never truly left. A shiver traced the length of her spine. The candlelight flickered. Then, like breath against her ear, the voice came. "You pray to them, knowing you do not belong here?" Lucilla did not move as the voice was like her own. But deep within, behind the years of devotion and discipline, she felt an answer she did not want to acknowledge as the memories slowly return.