It happened the year Arabella Donovan was eight. The Sacred Temple had a special visitor. He wasn't special because he looked strange or unusual. It was because everyone else who came up the mountain to the temple carried bags filled with daily necessities, incense, and candles for offerings. He, too, carried a large, bulging bag, but his contained the ashes of his beloved.
At first, Arabella Donovan didn't pay much attention to the elderly man with completely white hair. It was only when her master began speaking with him that she learned he had visited their Sacred Temple forty years prior. He had been accompanied by his beloved—another man.
