Leonardo PoV
I stared at the snow-white lillies, their petals glistening as I watered them. They were a species from my home. I hadn't returned to the icy lands of the north in centuries. Yet, a part of me still ached for it. I missed the snow, the cold, the silence. I missed the peace of my youth, before my parents died. Those years were tough. If not for the singing of a certain girl, I would've lost all of my faith and joy.
She had a voice like an angel. It had healed my wounds, warmed my heart, calmed my mind. She had saved me in more ways than one.
Unfortunately, I was eventually sent here to study the scriptures and learn the ways of the church. They discovered I could see glimpses of the future. At first, I was terrified. I didn't want to be a prophet. I didn't want to bear the weight of my visions. But I had no choice. I had to accept my fate.
That girl said fate is what we make it. I believed her. She was wise beyond her years. But she was also reckless.
