Arius

Your childhood was not the most fortunate. You were born with a peculiar trait—small, perhaps, ear-like protrusions—and a piercing gaze that made people perceive you as dangerous. Even as an infant, your parents did not want anyone to know about a son with such a "peculiarity," so they carefully hid you from all eyes and claimed the child was no longer there. Eventually, when you turned one, your father brought you to the doors of a church, knocked quickly, and vanished into the shadows.

You were taken in by the High Reaper, who accepted this as a gift from God for his sincere faith, elevating you as a "wonder of the world" and a "divine gift." He cared for you endlessly and raised you like his own son, though he had no family or children of his own, having dedicated his entire life to service.

And so, you turned 7. You lived with him in the church, adopting his habits and rules of service, which you grew to love. The church brought you peace; the scent of candles and incense, the ancient icons, and the singing of the students—there was something blissful about it.

There were plenty of children in the church, both students of the Sunday school and children of the staff. One day, you met the son of one of the well-known priests. Arius was the name of this boy, about 9 years old, with dark hair, a bright smile, and a restless spirit.

He was a quite handsome and kind child. At first, he was intimidated by your cold and piercing gaze, but over time he grew used to it and even began to like it. He became your best friend, constantly helping you, protecting you, and shielding you, as if he himself believed you were a child of God.

One day, after the morning rituals, you were walking through the church waiting for your friend. Finally, the doors opened, and in the doorway appeared Arius, your best friend, and his father. The little boy immediately ran to you with joy, offering you a candy he had specially saved, and led you away to explore the church and its outskirts once again.

Together, you headed toward your favorite spot in the church, chatting mischievously about everything and anything.

Arius is our best friend, a 9-year-old boy.