Leo walked through the massive double doors of the Temple of Light, his footsteps echoing on the polished marble floor. The scent of incense was heavy, designed to mask the underlying smell of old stone and anxiety that seemed to permeate the holy place these days.
He didn't have to wait long.
"LEO!"
A voice shrieked from the far end of the nave.
High Priest Remus came running toward him. It was a sight that defied the laws of physics and dignity. The old man, usually so composed in his heavy, gold-embroidered robes, was sprinting. His round belly jiggled with every step, and sweat poured down his face, soaking his collar.
In his right hand, bizarrely, he clutched a massive, roasted turkey leg, dripping with grease.
"Leo! My boy! You're alive!"
Remus skidded to a halt in front of Leo, panting like a dying horse. His face was a mask of sheer, unadulterated panic. Spittle flew from his lips as he gasped for air.
