• I felt a hand on my back and went to attack the owner when a voice in my head ‎told me to stop. Just as my fist would've made contact with Natalia's face I pulled out of ‎the fury. Natalia had winced and had her eyes closed in preparation for a blow that ‎would never come. She peeked and saw my fist not even an inch from her face. She ‎breathed a sigh of relief. I stared in dumb shock, not being able to move. I'd almost hit ‎my best friend. No matter all the times she hit me, I would never do the same to her. I ‎had to keep some form of control over myself. ‎
    There was a grunt from underneath me. I looked down in surprise to see Milita's ‎face bloodied and bruises taking shape. She would never forgive me for marking her ‎precious face.‎
    ‎“You can get off me now! You proved your damn point,” Milita snapped. ‎
    ‎“I was enjoying my victory,” I laughed. I got up and left her on the ground. Little ‎princess would get up when she felt she had to. I ignored her and turned to Natalia.‎
    ‎“I'm sorry. Did I hurt you,” I asked with concern. She smiled at me, reminding of ‎a small child who was afraid of a punishment.‎
    ‎“No, I'm fine. But you have to keep your temper under control,” she scolded. I ‎laughed before I heard someone clear their throat. I turned and stopped cold in my ‎tracks. It was the high priestess. I squeezed my eyes shut, waiting for anything negative ‎to happen, but nothing came. I chanced a look to see the high priestess shaking her ‎head with a small chuckle. I grinned sheepishly. ‎
    The high priestess had always liked me and my trouble making nature. She's the ‎only reason I was welcomed back into the graces of the others. Not many other people ‎know her name is Saris. Saris had given me everything I have, my place with the others, ‎and allowed me my differences with a motherly grace. She often expected that I would ‎be the one to take her place when it was necessary. Little did she know that I wanted no ‎part of it. ‎
    ‎“Was this fight truly necessary? I swear, you are the most troublesome child ‎among us,” Saris laughed. Ouch! It always hurt when she called me a child. Well, I ‎would have to get over that. I pouted, letting my lower lip tremble.‎
    ‎“Was it necessary to call me a child,” I asked in a quivery childish voice.‎
    ‎“My goodness! How can you ask that and play this little game,” she asked with a ‎forced frown. I could tell she was fighting another smile. She didn’t want an argument ‎from the others about her leniency for me. I stifled my own laugh as she tried to mimic ‎my pout.‎
    ‎“Shall we commence into the temple? He shant wait for eternity,” Saris ‎recommended. We were already late for the meeting of offering to him. He wouldn’t be ‎too happy we were late, but he would be forgiven. In fact, we were supposed to practice ‎abstinence for him. But of course, I’m not the waiting around type of girl. Not to say I ‎wasn’t a maiden and all that, but Devian was a little crabby.‎
    Okay, Devian was way crabby, but what could I say about it? I was his priestess, ‎here to please him in any way I could. He was arrogant and self-centered and often ‎presumed overmuch of me, but I had to admit, he had his looks. Those have to be his ‎only redeeming quality! His blonde wavy hair flowed just at his chin. His green eyes ‎reflected his arrogance, but revealed a kindness only I could see. I knew he could be ‎compassionate, but not many others knew. He didn’t like many people to know his ability ‎to care. He didn’t want people to use it against him. I shared his views of the world, but I ‎never wanted to be committed to him. ‎
    ‎“Hello,my lovelies,” he said with a clap. Oh yay.‎