The aspiring adventurer with hair nearly as pure white as his very soul was lightly jogging through the streets, unbeknownst to the young boy there was a certain silver haired Goddess watching over him from above.
She was not watching him from the heavens themselves but at the top of the Tower of Babel, but she was still closer to the heavens than anyone else in the mortal world. In her right hand she held a fragile champagne glass filled just over halfway with a crimson liquid that could be easily mistaken as blood at first appearance, though it was simply one of the woman's favorite ports of wine.
She had sat down several hours earlier and simply watched over the city that never slept, with nothing better to do with her time she searched for something to entertain her for a short while. She had long since ran out of the fun papers to read over before burning, now only one of the pieces of paper remained.
She stretched out her left hand and held it there for a moment, the Captain of her familia took a step forward and handed the paper to the Goddess. The Goddess brought the paper in front of her and gave it her full attention, at the top of the paper was the name of the boy that had captivated her fully since the moment she bumped into him on the street by complete chance.
The piece of paper was not particularly special in any real unique way, it was the exact opposite if the Goddess was being perfectly honest. If it was any other deity they would simply pass over the application and move onto the next in the pile, but the Goddess had something that they all did not possess. Her eyes had allowed her to get just a sneak peak into the young boy's pure of heart soul and it was at that moment that she knew that the boy would become something extraordinary. If not to the world then at the very least to her.
The first half of the page had been filled out with personal information, including the applicants name, gender and age. Additionally there were several boxes that allowed for the person to describe their physical descriptors, eye, hair and skin colour were just a few things that were required to be filled out.
Near the middle of the page was a section that could be filled in with previous combat experiences or training, though on the sheet she was holding in her hand that section had been left completely blank. While normally most Gods or Goddesses would not even bother reading any more of the application after that point, the silver haired Goddess knew full well that the boy was taking steps to learn the art of fighting so she had not practically minded.
Though the Goddess would be lying if she said that his lack of previous combat experiences would be anyway near a deal breaker, either way the young boy was still special and no one was perfect. Many of her own children had their imperfections, but those small faults made them even more desirable to the Goddess.
The small remainder of the page had been left to use to list some reasons why the applicant thought that they deserved to join the familia and why they wanted to become an adventurer. The Goddess had read over the paragraph several times, it had long since been engraved into her brain but reading it straight off the paper made it even more inthralling.
Normally the box was filled to the brim with reasons why the person thought they deserved to join the familia, bragging about their previous achievements, victories or skill. None of that was present on the application that the Goddess currently held in her hand, it was so blissfully ignorant that the first time she had read it over she could not help but let out a slight gleeful giggle.
It was an unconjointed mess of reasons but despite the poorly structured miniature paragraph the final line helped to sum up the boy with a neat little bow. The boy wished to become a hero and would be willing to do whatever it took to achieve that dream. It was not to become rich or for simply the attention, the boy truly desired to become a real hero. The world had not had any heroes or heroines since the time of Zeus and Hera, the Goddess admitted that having a hero as her champion sounded rather appealing.
She sat motionless for a few moments before she spaced out at the thought and lightly shook her head from side to side ever so slightly to snap her out of her fantasies and into the present. She extended her left hand back out as she took a long sip from her wine glass, the crimson liquid slipping through her parted lips and she closed her eyes for a second to savour the flavour of the aged alcoholic beverage. She heard her Captain step forward again and carefully take the application from her hand.
Though unlike every other application that had the boy's name on it, it would not be burned but stored safely in a file she had already created on the boy. The file that had been filled with reports and notes on the boy based not just off of her own observations but on the surveillance that she had others performed on the boy. She had even ordered a sketch of the boy to add to the file, though the person that she had hired had yet to finish the project. They had rather proudly protested that art could not be rushed and on that point the Goddess could agree, the young innocent boy was a living breathing piece of art. The file was very quickly becoming her favorite nighttime material to use and read while sealed away in the privacy of her bedroom.
Just as the silver haired Goddess finished her glass of wine and stood up from her luxurious throne to return to her private chambers for the night she had spotted something that piqued her interest enough to make her pause momentarily and raise an eyebrow.
"What do we have here?" the Goddess asked no one in particular as she sat back down on her throne and settled into the soft cushions. She shifted slightly until she found a comfortable position, crossing her right leg over her left as she rested her left elbow on the armrest and used it to support her head. In the corner of her eye right as she was turning to leave she had seen the distinctive soul of Haru Fenris.
Her Haru.
He was lightly jogging through the streets straight towards the Tower Of Babel, for a moment the Goddess was amused and smiled slightly as the young boy was running in her direction. Though the Goddess assumed that the white haired boy was not actually running towards her, instead the boy was making his way to the dungeon.
The Goddess argued with herself in her head for several minutes which had surprised her more, learning that the boy had gone to the dungeon without a blessing was quite a shock at first. Seeing the boy knocking on death's door had been a rather surprising and terrifying situation, the Goddess could not remember the last time in her decades of life she had seen so much blood. But for someone to return to the place that had nearly killed them the first time was almost just as surprising.
Pushing that thought to the back of her head she focused her attention purely on the boy as she swirled her empty glass around in a small circle and called out softly to her Captain. "It seems that my sweet Haru did not learn his lesson the first time and is going for a second helping, bring me something of quality to drink Ottar. I want to fully enjoy this display"
"Yes Goddess." the towering man would say with a small bow as he left his regular position next to the Goddess and went to retrieve another bottle of wine. Upon his return he stepped forward and filled up her glass with a dark purple liquid and stepped back with another small ceremonial bow.
The Goddess simply watched the soul making its way through the streets, a small smile on her face that grew slightly with each step the boy took towards the Tower of Babel. The Goddess took a long sip from her recently refilled glass before setting it down on the armrest and raising her arms up like one would when going to hug someone.
"Come Haru, entertain me more! Bring me some relief on this boring night." the Goddess said as she tilted her head to the side slightly and relaxed in her throne, settling in from the show Haru was about to provide for her as the young white haired boy arrived at the base of the Tower of Babel.