You've already known the legend of the Goddess since you were a child. Still, your home country was next to the ice citadel, which was very beautiful. It seemed that no one could build such a thing with such perfect detail.

You've been swimming in the ocean and saw the child of the Goddess of Storms. He sat in his icy citadel, where his mother had locked him up, and looked at the ice sadly. He noticed you and his eyes lit up.

You were his muse and a ray of light alone.

"Dear..."