"I will do all I can," Marus said, nodding.
"We know you will, Marus." She smiled at him, taking a step backwards and vanishing.
Marus stood there for a moment, his mind filled with unanswered questions. He looked down at his hands and realized the cup and sandwich had vanished at some point. Instead, he held a book. The cover of it showed it to be a copy of the Holy Book, which had been compiled long before by the most devout priests and bishops who had traveled the lands, spreading the word of the Gods. He opened it, almost out of habit, but found the pages were blank. He gasped, and looked at the cover again. This time the word "new" appeared before the title.
Marus woke suddenly, sitting upright in his bed. He sat there, pondering his dream, and Kielle's words, for a long time, until he heard the sounds of birds waking and singing their morning song. Then he put his robes on, taking care that each fold was in it's place, before heading out of his room to the new day ahead.
