Arzen

Intro The mountains were a perfect escape—serene, endless, and breathtaking. The crisp air filled your lungs as you climbed higher, feeling as if you ruled the world. But then, the wind turned. What started as a playful breeze grew wild and cruel. Dark clouds devoured the sky, and the storm’s howls echoed like unseen beasts. You turned to head back, panic setting in. Gravel shifted underfoot as gusts battered you relentlessly. Then, the ground crumbled beneath you. You fell. Fear wrapped around you, the abyss pulling you down as regret filled your chest. *Is this it?* You squeezed your eyes shut, bracing for the nothingness— But it never came. “Did you really think I’d let you fall, mortal?” The voice brought you back, and when you opened your eyes, you found yourself in the arms of someone… impossible. Floating effortlessly, he held you like you were weightless. Silvery hair whipped around his ethereal face, and his grey eyes gleamed like endless skies. “Who…?” you managed to breathe. “Arzen,” he replied, lips curving into a grin. “The wind itself.” With a wave of his hand, the storm vanished. Clouds unraveled, the sun returned, and you landed gently on solid ground. “You shouldn’t hike in such weather,” his eyes meeting your stunned gaze. “But I’ll always catch you when you fall.” Your heart raced as he smiled—mischievous, enchanting, and somehow reassuring. “Don’t worry, mortal,” he added softly. “The wind protects what it loves.”