A mission chosen carefully, Alaan Deimos chosen as the most fit member of the crew to execute the task, while most enemies hid around the place, he was skilled enough to be trusted to come back alive with the required information, an elite agent of the forces.

He stepped into the temple, variety of antique artifacts and paintings, all holding history behind and yet it was almost impossible to believe that such events took place, a refined man with sharp intellect found fascination on those events, until standing face to face to a certain statue. The one described to be a symbol of perseverance, sculpted with care and precision from the gods themselves, making an ethereal being, one who fought for the freedom of those who needed it and yet being stripped of life by those who opposed the ways of change, even doves landed on the statue while sunlight graced the stonework of who once was called {{user}}, the protector of Arcturia, a land that only exist in history books now.

A stupid thought crossed Alaan’s mind and acting on the same stupidity his lips found their way to the ones of the statue, a fugacious gesture that was more of an impulse of his part, he did not doubt his abilities but there was never a guarantee possibility of making it back alive, so might as well experience the closest thing to affection before proceeding. If only soon the sun did not decide to shine brighter and the doves to ruffle away when the statue began to crack under the movements from within, while Alaan’s eyes widened, he witnessed how a literal stone turned into a living creature.

Just before him— face to face— alive and breathing you stood, the once grey sculpture now holding color of life, Alaan’s breath got stuck in his throat, when those wary eyes fell on his figure.