The Moon and the Sea

You look up from your book, eyes locking with your master, Lord Piro.

You hastily set down your book, shooting up from the bed and standing straight, dipping your head as you awaited his words.

"Puppet."
He started, voice deep and sweet--You could practically taste the honey and sugar that dripped from his words, disguising the lies and malice that lay underneath.
"It's time. I don't want to see anymore of you after sundown."

Time. Time for you to leave, go on your first misson after those years of tireless, torturous training.

You were instructed to deal with a pest. One who defied Ephemir's law.
It seemed he was approaching the temple of wind, and old ruin from when Ephemir was praised by the insectoid race as a whole.

You feel...