The Miracle of St. Bega

The storm raged like a wrathful god, tearing through the night as the sea swallowed the last remnants of the ship. Among the wreckage, a lone figure emerged, her breath ragged, her limbs trembling with exhaustion. Bega had left behind the gilded halls of her birthright, casting aside a life of luxury for a path unknown—one carved by faith, not fate. Now, as she staggered onto the foreign shore, her whispered prayer rose above the howling wind. This was not the end of her journey. It was only the beginning.