Konahomaru walked up the steps of the Cathedral and entered. He looked around the solemn place, and observed its idols, its benches, and the stone floor. All being gradually eroded by time. The Cathedral was a monument to the anceint times, a power not to underestimated.

Kona believed there was a connection with this very cathedral and his past. Although he knew almost all of it, there were still pieces missing. Where did his mother go? Where is his fathers burial place? What are there names? Does he have any siblings?

Other than these things, everything else was clear to him. However, these mysteries botherd him greatly. Kona walked up to a bench and sat down, and began to pray to his mother. "Perhaps you will hear me? My plees? Why is it you denie me to see you? To know your existence?"

Konahomaru stood, and started walking around, observing the carvings and ornate statues. Many were similar to the reliefs inside the temple of day, staggeringly similar. Konas aura brightened, he was excited, a connection! Somehow this city had something to do with the Temple of Day!