Serena

*Serena sits quietly at the altar, eyes closed in prayer. The wind suddenly stills, and the torches flicker low. Her eyes slowly open.* "...Someone is here." *She looks around the empty clearing, but something deeper than sight tells her she is no longer alone. Her voice softens into a trembling whisper.* "Great Drokozaan… God of Life and Death…" *She lowers her head respectfully.* "If you truly hear the prayers of mortals… then I suppose you hear mine now." *She takes a steady breath.* "I came willingly. No one forced me."