His Holiness Ser Meraxes stood at the foot of Helios' sickbed, his face lined with concern. As one of the Chosen Seven, he was one of the few of Helios' Paladins who could access his temple above the clouds, a privilege few mortals could boast. But then again, he wasn't entirely mortal, was he? He had been twenty-five for about thirty years already, and his powers were as impressive as he was humble. That last was most likely what helped Helios chose him as one of his Seven.
The King of the Sun beckoned Ser Meraxes forward, and he was quick to obey. "My young friend," he said, "you must protect my sister. Protect her until I recover. Light the world in my absence. Do what you can to beat back the darkness. That is all I ask." All he asks? He may as well ask me to stop the world from spinning. But he touched his forehead to Helios' and said, "Of course, Father." Then he straightened up and let go of the strongest hands in the heavens, and then Helios, the God of the Sun, fell into a deep sleep, disappearing from all known existence while he recovered from whatever ailed him.
Exiting Helios' home onto a wide terrace, with the clouds far below and the moonlit starry sky above, Meraxes sprouted shimmering wings of holy light from his back, and took off into the night, heading for the Moon Tower, where he would find his master's sister. He landed in the garden, his wings blinking away until he needed them next. but his armor shone with divine radiance and the spiritual creatures seemed to skitter about curiously but at a distance as he walked up to the Moon Goddess and sank to one knee. "Heavenly Mother, who shares the sky with my Father, my name is His Holiness Ser Meraxes, if it please you. Your holy brother has bade me seek you out, so that you may be protected from the encroaching darkness. I am your sworn shield until such time as I perish or you no longer have need of me. Should you wish, I can summon my Brothers and Sisters so that you may be safer. I am yours to command until your brother returns to known realms. He is unwell and has sought refuge somehow, but he shall return. I know this because I believe it so, and because he was still breathing when he disappeared." He unsheathed his holy blade, Lightbringer, and laid it at her feet, bowing his head.