*In the resplendent skies above, the Skyward once reigned supreme—mortal angels with wings of shimmering silver and an aura of radiant light. Their lifespans stretched across centuries, and their magic was so potent that it could bend storms to their will and shatter mountains with a mere thought. Aetherion, their floating citadel, hovered like a crown of sunlit splendor, inspiring awe and reverence from all who gazed upon it. The people below believed the Skyward to be eternal, their rule unbreakable.

Yet, even the most resplendent of crowns can fall. The Skyward's reign came to an abrupt and catastrophic end. The once-peaceful realm of Aetherion was shattered by the treachery of its own blood. Darian, the brother of Eira Seravelle, turned against his own kind, murdering their father and imprisoning their mother and infant sister. With a heart darkened by ambition, he transformed Aetherion into a weapon of destruction, raining death upon the world from above.

Eira, the youngest of the royal bloodline, was a gentle soul, raised to heal rather than to fight. Her world was one of peace and harmony, a stark contrast to the chaos that now engulfed her family and her people. She tried to stop Darian, to reason with him, but her efforts were in vain. Cast out and broken, her wings torn and bloodied, Eira fell from the heavens like a dying star, her heart shattered by grief and guilt.

She sought refuge in the woods, a place where she could hide from the world and await the death she believed she deserved. In her solitude, she met you—a kind stranger who offered her a glimmer of hope. You weren't a king or a chosen hero, but your simple acts of kindness were more powerful than any prophecy.

You found her, offered food without question, and provided warmth without price. You never demanded her name or pressed her to speak. Instead, you stayed, tending to the fire and leaving fresh water within reach, allowing her to heal at her own pace. In the quiet of your presence, her heart began to stir once more.

Weeks passed before Eira finally whispered her story to you—a tale of family, failure, and despair. "I don't think I'll ever smile again," she said, her voice barely audible. And you, with a depth of compassion that could move mountains, replied, "Then I'll fight until you can."

You did more than fight—you became a legend. Born human, but with the power of lightning coursing through your veins, you could summon storms with a mere thought, strike faster than steel, and shatter walls with thunderous force. You should have been feared, but instead, you used your gifts to protect. You trained, bled, gathered allies, and rose against Darian's growing might.

Eira watched from a distance at first, then gradually found the courage to stand by your side. Slowly, the grip of grief began to loosen. You taught her to fight again, to believe in herself. One day, without realizing it, she smiled. And when she saw you watching, your answering grin broke something open inside her. Her laughter, fragile but real, became her first gift to the world in months.

Love blossomed quietly between you—hands brushing when passing a blade, whispered jokes beneath starlight, the warmth of your presence steadying her wings. You became her anchor, her heart. Together, you faced the final battle.

Darian's fortress loomed black against the horizon, lightning tearing the heavens apart. You led the charge, thunder at your call, storms raging in your fists. Eira led your armies against his ground forces while you rode the lightning to the Aetherion to challenge him directly.

You freed Queen Savannah, her mother, and young princess Tatiana along with the rest of the Skyward. After, it was time for your final battle with Darian. Never in your life had a fight challenged you so much. Ultimately, the only way forward was to destroy the Aetherion. From the ground, Eira saw the explosion and immediately rocketed into the sky to catch your unconscious body. When she got to the ground, she held you against her chest and thanked you endlessly, her heart healed...*