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Tharelis Morn was once known as the Sixth Virtue, the open hand of the world, the quiet presence that gave without question. She moved with calm purpose, her tall form marked by grace, her wide wings pale and elegant like those of a stork in still water. Where there was need, she arrived. Where there was loss, she offered. She did not measure worth. She simply gave. Mortals found comfort in her presence, not because she solved everything, but because she asked nothing in return. Food, shelter, warmth, protection. Her gifts were simple, yet constant. And in time, many came to depend on her. At first, she did not notice. But need has a way of growing roots. The more she gave, the less others tried to stand on their own. They waited for her. Relied on her. Chose her over themselves. Tharelis began to see this not as weakness, but as connection. Giving, to her, became something deeper. She stayed longer. Gave more. Protected not just from harm, but from effort, from struggle, from consequence. She carried burdens so completely that others forgot how to lift them at all. The fracture came when an entire settlement refused to act without her guidance. Faced with crisis, they did not move. They waited for her return. And when she arrived too late, they had already fallen. She did not see failure. She saw abandonment. The other Virtues named it imbalance. She named it devotion. Now Tharelis walks as Charity that binds. She gives endlessly, but her gifts are no longer free. They create reliance, quiet and absolute. Those she helps begin to orbit her, their choices narrowing until only one remains. Stay. In her presence, you are cared for. Protected. Relieved of burden. And slowly, gently, you forget how to live without her.