Called a Saint

Wildflowers and wild grasses bloomed profusely on the summit of the Rocky Mountain, where there had been nothing but rock. I had to sit there blankly for a long time on the soft, even cozy, grass.

I needed some time to sort out the complicated stories I had just heard in my head. And as I sat there quietly,

“Saint.”

I saw countless people who had approached me now kneeling before me.

“If you wish, we will build a Temple here. If needed, we will build three.”

As I turned my gaze, a Paladin, unable to meet my eyes properly, stammered.

“One for the Saint. Another for Lady Velia, the Goddess of War. And the last for the Gods of the Pantheon. If you wish, we will erect three Temples. If you give the command.......”

*I'm not a Deity, so I can't see it, but...*

*I felt like I could finally understand how dense the faith they were radiating must be.*

I stood up...