Short Story: The Light of Ramissh
The darkness that had veiled the Ramissh Theocracy had finally been cleansed away. The curse that had bound the theocracy for over a thousand years had finally been lifted. And by the hands of a real god, at that. Although, the deed itself had been carried out at the hands of a savior sent by God, not quite God himself. The pope of Ramissh, Elias Altra, gave her thanks to God as she watched the sunrise shine its gentle light upon the cathedral.
That boy was unmistakably a savior sent by God. He had power that defied common sense and a wealth of knowledge, yet he did not flaunt this as others would, but instead believed that he should make use of his powers for the sake of the people. And that just so happened to be the very thing the pope herself had been chasing after all those 60-odd years.
“So this is where you were, Your Holiness?”
“Whatever is the matter, rushing here so early in the morning, Phyllis?”
The pope turned around to face the young girl, who was dressed in a brand new cardinal outfit. The girl was none other than Phyllis Rugit, soon to become the youngest cardinal in the history of Ramissh. After all, she was the girl whom the pope trusted above anyone else. This fact alone made her fitting for the role of cardinal.
Just like the pope, the young girl had also met face-to-face with God himself. Eventually, this girl would grow up and inherit the position of pope herself, going on to lead the country into prosperity, or so Elias Altra believed.
“Actually, umm, yesterday we received some gifts from the grand duke of
Brunhild. This one was given to me, and this one was to be delivered to you.”
“Is this… some sort of staff…? No, wait a moment… Could this be a scepter?” The object that she had been handed was, indeed, a finely-sculpted and delicately crafted ornamental scepter made out of gold. At the end of the scepter was something akin to a transparent gemstone, sparkling in an almost divine way.
Phyllis’ scepter was much shorter and made from silver rather than gold, plain in appearance yet similarly divine in its radiance. Both were absolutely amazing to behold. Their beauty was such they could have easily been mistaken for luxurious art exhibits.
“Supposedly both of these scepters have been imbued with the spells [Cure
Heal], [Mega Heal], [Area Heal], [Recovery], and [Refresh].”
“Wha…!?” The pope was taken completely aback after hearing this. Such powerful magical items were literally unheard of. They were so valuable, in fact, that they may eventually be passed down through the generations as national treasures.
“Apparently these scepters are also capable of storing a vast quantity of magical energy as well as amplifying its output, meaning that if we provide them with magical energy on a daily basis, they should prove extremely useful in dangerous situations. For a more detailed explanation, please read this.”
Phyllis presented a letter which contained instructions on every function of the scepters. Some examples included a way to bind the use of the scepter to oneself so that nobody else may use it; a way to call the scepter forth to teleport into one’s hand should it ever be dropped or stolen; a way to transfer the usage rights of the scepter on to another person. The letter had all of this noted down to the finest detail.
“Is it truly alright for us to accept such a valuable thing…?”
“His Highness said that they would be necessary things for the theocracy to have in the days to come. He also said that they would certainly prove useful in saving any people living in suffering.”
It would appear I’ve gotten Touya worrying about me now. Although it is true that even now, having lost my aptitude for Light-type magic, I will still be able to use healing magic to help those in need.
The pope held her scepter aloft toward the rising sun, and offered up her gratitude to the grand duke of a far-off foreign land as well as the god whom she believed had sent him to be their savior.
“It would appear as though we’re about to become rather busy indeed.
Phyllis, let us both do our best together. For the sake of a brand new Ramissh.”
“Of course, Your Holiness!” Silver scepter in hand, the young cardinal bowed with a bright smile on her face.
And so, the sun rose.
As though to declare that a brand new light was about to be born, in a brand new Ramissh.
