A short man with brown skin was covered with sweat along with his curly black hair. He could be seen fanning himself with his calloused hands. In the sweltering heat of this particular day he could only ask a useless question.
"Is it just me or is it extra hot and sunny today?"
Soon after another man's voice came about "Morton did you forget? It's the lords honorable day!"
The voice came from right besides Morton. The owner of the voice was much taller compared to Morton. So the sight of the two next to each other was comical.
"No, of course I remember Horm. It's just this years summer solstice seems especially hotter!"
"Now that you mention it. It really is hotter than last year!"
Morton engulfed in the heat of the blazing sun looked at a window to his left on the second story of the orphanage. Soon after a devilish smirk appeared on his face before turning to look at Horm.
"Heh… perhaps your Lord is smiling upon the brith of Mary's child today."
"If you keep speaking such things about the Lord you'll never be welcomed into his kingdom!" Hearing such a statement Horm could only roll his eyes and reprimand Morton for saying such things.
"Heh. How many times are you going to fall for my provocations?"
"As many as it takes for you to stop spouting such nonsense about my God!"
"Sigh. Horm I really don't understand you. The sun doesn't even know who you are man! Heh, if I were a zealot like you I'd much rather worship the beautiful Goddes of War. Better to worship a woman than a man!"
"…."
Horm could only give a disgusted stare at Morton and move away from him as if he would be turned to ash or get struck by lightning on the spot.
"Haghhh…I really thought I got used to your sacrilegious thinking."
"Haha, I'm just kidding! Even if I don't believe in the gods I still believe in their authority. Even a dog knows not to bark at a king, Horm."
Morton losing his smirk and his tone turning serious said "But in all seriousness I wonder how the delivery is going right now."
Both Horm and Morton looked upon a window on the second story of the orphanage. Their gaze expectant with a hint of anxiety.
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In the very room those two were looking in layed a woman in a bed her stomach protruding like a balloon. Next to her was an old woman holding her hand and speaking to her.
In this room the sun was shining down especially bright onto the pregnant woman's belly but the two didn't notice it at all.
"Mary, just hold on a little longer. The doctor will be here any moment." Her aged voice was calm, melodious, and relaxing.
Mary who was drenched in sweat with her long blonde hair sticking to her face wore a pained expression. Her bright blue eyes were fraught with agony and with her brows furrowed she could only whimper "I don't think I can hold on any longer, granny!"
However at that moment there was knock at the door!
A muffled voice could be heard from outside the room "I'm the doctor sent here to deliver a baby for Ms Mary!"
At those words the woman besides Mary jolted up and opened the door as fast her aged body could.
When the door was opened the old woman saw three people.
Two of them were dressed in a similar white uniform. Their breaths ragged and bodies sweaty as if they had ran to the orphanage in the sweltering heat. One was a man the other a woman.
The third person was a man in a white robe with gold patterns. Unlike the other two next to him the man seemed completely unaffected by the heat. The bright blonde hair on his head was slicked back. His gaze was gentle and his smile seemed filled with boundless kindness.
The old woman was pleased with the appearance of the first two people. However she became confused when she saw the third person.
The old woman made way for the two doctors to let them help Mary then she looked at the third person.
"Bishop, what are you doing here?" The old woman asked the confusion in her voice present.
"I was simply passing by and saw those two running over here. Seeing their attire I decided to go help them to provide assistance." The bishop replied with a smile on his face.
"Won't you be needed with the preparations for the Lords day?"
"The preparations have already been completed. Which was why I was wandering around and chanced upon this situation. And since I'm here I'll offer a prayer and cast a miracle for this child's safe birth."
"You would cast a miracle for her?!" The old woman hearing the bishops explanation couldn't help but ask in surprise.
"Of course anything for the safe delivery of the child."
"Praise the Lord!" The old woman exclaimed.
"Praise the Lord indeed." The bishop replied.
"ARGHHHHHH"
Hearing the scream the old woman rushed back to Mary's side.
Mary's face was incredibly pale and filled with agonizing pain. Tears streaming down her cheeks. Looking upon the visage of this woman In anguish would make any persons heart hurt.
The bishop seeing this raised his right arm, the palm of his hand pointing at Mary and said
"Purge"
Soon after a blinding yellow light enveloped Mary. It seemed as if the sun had descended on Mary herself!
When the light dissipated Mary could be seen free of pain evident by the anguish on her face being replaced by astonishment. The others in the room asides from the bishop were stupefied too. This was the power of a miracle from a bishop of the Sun!
The room was filled with silence until a soft cry resounded!
WAAAAAA
Then everyone set their gaze upon the baby that had just been popped out after the miracle was cast.
It was a girl!
Unlike her mother whose skin was comparable to quartz the baby girls skin was of a darker complexion.
However they did share the same bright deep blue eyes.
Most notable though about her was her hair. She had a full head of wavy hair which was dominantly black. Her hair was dotted with white lines and dots. Which seemed to lie on her black hair like the stars on the night sky.
Beholding the visage of this newborn everybody was flabbergasted. Their mouths hanging open. However only the bishops expression was different. He had a strange smile on his face but quickly wiped it away and muttered in a low voice that no one else in the room could hear.
"Truly my lord, a star."