Feel it still

I was born into the light Under wide and open skies When the god materialized in front of Noah he let out a breath he hadn't realized he had been holding. Noah wasn't sure if he would ever lose the awe he felt in Vi's brilliant, radiant presence. The god knew Noah down to his core, despite Noah feeling like he still needed to get to know him. Vi had chosen him--and if memory serves correctly, he had his eye on him since Noah was a child. The Sentinel breathed out, a knowing smile curling on his features. "I cannot hide anything from you." He began, his tone praising the way the god saw through him to his deepest, most desperate need. "I worked with the others in the Second War to do as you commanded me." Noah remembered the words as clear as Vi's face was before him. I would have your light eliminate the shadows where the Ascended crawl. I would have you take it back, and I would have you take no prisoners. His breath caught on his tongue for a moment, unsure of how he was going to word this to his patron. "In the last year I have done what I felt needed to be done -- for myself, and in your name. But I must admit that I am feeling lost in what I am supposed to be now." Noah Olson the sentinel of the north

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