Azura the youngest pope

I'm in the city now walking down the street, this city was so beautiful that any part of it can be a tourist attraction, but they don't accept tourists, my point is that it has such an aesthetic that could clear your mind. 

I'm not sure where I'm going, I'm just walking, though I slightly feel uncomfortable from all the stares I'm getting from the people, could it be my white hair? My dark brown skin? I guess that could be it as I haven't seen anyone like me in all the seven years I've been here.

The only person I know is my mother whom I saw on a portrait, which is in my room at the moment, I definitely didn't steal it from the hall of Heroes. 

I'm attracting too much attention, next time I should wear something that will disguise me, I don't even want to go to the restaurant Faith suggested to me, I think I'll just go back to the sky palace… and that's what I decided to do. 

I'm once again back in the familiar operating room but this time there's a little bit more people than usual and I spotted some familiar faces, the bishop from the monastery and archbishop Mikel I believe that was his name and standing next to them was the silver white haired girl. 

I have to get out of here, I can't handle her presence, i can't handle these overwhelming feelings. 

I didn't waste any time as I headed for the exit, but as I was going out I could feel eyes on my back and I have a feelings who they belong to, so I picked up the pace, I almost started jogging as I walked out the exit. 

I got to my room,my back against the door trying to slow down my beating heart by doing some breathing exercises from my past life. I look around my room and look at the new addition inside, a polished white grand piano, I run my finger over its surface, feeling the smooth marble like material. 

I'm not sure what material was used to make it but I know it has some white gold and it cost me quite the amount, I asked Faith to buy it for me from an auction house and this beauty cost me a whole 20 gold coins, mind you that's enough to buy a nice house for a family of four.

I have a fortune left behind by my parents so I'm literally rich, I've had this bad baby for two months now, I've been spending all my time with her, I call white siren. Yes.

I had some lessons in my past life so I know a thing a two, I know a little Wolfgang Mozart a little Hans Zimmer, and Faith here is always so impressed by my imitation of their works that she regards me as a music genius, I actually feel embarrassed but I'll never confess especially when she looks at me like a god. 

Today I'm playing a little melancholic piece to honour the loneliness and sadness trapped in my heart, today I will play "The river flows in you" by Yiruma, as I set on the stool, placed my tiny fingers on the keys, felt my hand move on its own and a beautiful melody followed. 

I find peace in music, with Faith next to me, and the view outside the giant window, the birds flapping their wings, chipping away, their only worry being finding food and being food, if only life could be so simple.

Small droplets of rain hit the window pane, it was raining but the sky was still blue, it's always like this in here, so I'm not really surprised, it just made my mood even more melancholic. 

…

On the northern side of the sky palace there were five figures walking in complete silence, two of the figures walking in from were clad in white armour with gold, on the shoulder, neck and little on the torso and a white cap to follow, these two were paladins, one of the most powerful people on the continent. 

They are accompanying the monastery bishop, bishop Mikel and a little girl, they are headed for a secret elevator that will take them to the top of the sky palace, in room at the highest tower. 

They reached the elevator, boarded it and went up, the doors opened up to a hallway, where on the walls were paintings of strange beings, some with large white feathered wings, and some with completely black wings and horns adorning the heads like crowns.

This looks like a battle between angels and demons. 

As they walked down the hallway filled with many more paintings, they reached two double doors guarded by two more white armoured paladins. 

This place was truly protected as each paladin had enough strength to destroy a large city on their own and here they were guarding doors as if they were mere soldiers. 

As the five people entered the room, what greeted them was a grand sight that would bring anyone weak hearted to their knees.