Ghost Hand of the White Faith

"Long before, during the King Gallagher's reign, he had the largest army of soldiers in all the lands! Faithful to the same gods as you and I, they served under his majesty, thought to be the descendant of the Gods themselves! The Legion of the White Faith, as they were royally named, traveled from village to city, speaking the holy name of our Bright Gods. "
"They must have been really happy to learn about them!" the little girl piped up.
"Yes," Sister Marigold smiled, " they soon learned to love and cherish the Gods as much as us."
Leaning in, she continued "Now of all the soldiers, there were three most powerful, thought to be champions of the Gods themselves, our Holy Protectors. The Eye, who studied books and provided magic for our King, The Tower, who stood tall like an iron gate and protected the King from harm, and there was the Hand, who cut the throat of all who conspired against the King."
The girl sat quietly, pulling her blanket tighter.
"Now when his majesty was taken gracefully by The Moonlight King, he had left the throne to his son, King Edmun." Bitterness crossed her face, as she spoke in gritted teeth, "who decided to disband the Legion, and discard us for political gain."
A pause, and a smile. Standing and tucking the girl into bed, Sister Marigold continued. "The Holy Protectors left Ithmir, but decided to continue their work and speak the good word of the Bright Gods. And so they founded us."
The girl spoke, "Do you think we should kill King Edmun?"
A gentle grin. "No. For all his wrongdoings he is still faithful." She softly touches the hilt of her blade, like comforting a pet "but should he prove an enemy to the Bright Gods... then he is an enemy to us."
The two share a look. "Now go to sleep, child. I shall see you for training in the morning."