Cecilia didn't understand why she was standing amongst this field of death. Sure, she understood the logical reason behind it but emotionally it just didn't make any sense. Why would these people listen to her? What could she possibly offer them? Why her? She fidgeted nervously, taking a deep breath to calm herself and doing her best to look as collected as a servant of the divines should on such an important mission. Her hands were clasped together in front of her, one on top of the other, as she stared out onto the graveyard.<br/><br/>The irony of searching for life among a graveyard wasn't completely lost on Cecilia and she half entertained the idea of this all being an elaborate prank - a ritual they put all the new members too naive to know any better through. But if there was anything she had learned about her templar brothers and sisters it was that they didn't joke. This was serious and she was here for a reason: to serve as a liaison between the heroes of ages long past and this world. They were the last desperate shot in the dark by a dying world - hope where there was none - and she was supposed help them acclimate to the situation as best as she could and help them through their interactions with modern society. Hardly glamorous work but still necessary. Cecilia was just happy to do her part. Helping to save the world is a pretty big deal...even if she was just to be a glorified chaperone.<br/><br/>Cecilia's head tilted back, her eyes squinting against the rays of the sun. They should be awake soon, confused and stumbling into the world like lost children. She stood patiently for what seemed like an eternity, her posture rarely changing except for an occasional shift in her weight or a roll of her shoulders, her lips pressing together and her white clothing making her contrast sharply against the drabness of the graveyard as she scanned the horizon.<br/><br/>Then she saw them - figures in the distance, the newly reborn heroes. She wasn't sure what to expect from them but she had to admit...the idea of finally meeting them almost made her want to scream and jump in excitement. But she wasn't to call attention to herself. They would find their way to her on their own time. It was important that they were given their space for now as they put what few pieces of their own personal puzzle they retained together. Baby steps - don't overwhelm them with information, take things slowly. Cecilia exhaled to calm her nerves, repeating everything she was taught in her head over and over. Her eyes closed as she practiced the speech she had prepared for just this moment just to keep her mind focused despite the enormity of the situation. But underneath her calm exterior, she was a whirlwind of excitement; her hands shook slightly and her legs bounced with anticipation. Soon, she'd be face to face with those she had dreamed about meeting for so long.<br/><br/>She couldn't help but smile - half out of excitement and half from relief - as another figure appeared, and then another. It was really happening...the heroes were here and they were going to<em>save the world</em>.