The acolyte stood in a ruin.

It didn't used to be a ruin.  Many, many
months ago, a family (of sorts) used to
live here.  A brother had gathered his sisters
and together they were the protectorates.

As is usual with protectorates of any realm,
someone got jealous and challenged them.

Then more challenges came.

The band of fighters fought eagerly and valiantly.

At times, it seemed as if nothing would topple
them from their vaunted position.

But alas, they and those who sought to
defeat them were destroyed.

Now the ruin of a once proud home stands
empty, an unwilling testament to the reason
why the acolyte has been wandering, searching,
wondering.

The acolyte moved on.

The Acolyte-s alter-ego