Third Person's POV
The clean corridors, the cobbled path, the small wind bells and the sharp clean air, the Temple was just like she left it. It was the clean uncorrupted place stuck in time. It was her home.
“Welcome back home, Eliyah Amaya!”
A horde of children rushed at her, breaking the calm. All of them wore the plain disciples outfit, all plump and shiny despite their environment. Instead of the warm huddle hug, they all carried wooden sticks with a sharpened end. She rolled her eyes, using her fingers to deflect all the strikes until all the children were on the ground, giggling fiercely.
“I was hoping to sneak in but you all don’t give up, do you?”
“The Ilaya said if we could defeat you, your position would be ours”
“If she’s bold enough to say that, why don’t you attack her
