Cael
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    The town of Aerenvale clings to rolling green hills where the wind is supposed to sing day and night. For generations the people have lived by its breath: little kitchen stoves warmed by fan-driven bellows, workshop saws turning on steady currents, even the lone hillside factory ticking in time with the endless breeze. At the center of it all towers the Titan Fan, a giant of oak ribs and iron sails that spins above a meadow of silver grass, feeding every wheel and lamp below.

    Your own street curves along the lower ridge, lined with brick cottages that glow a gentle red in the evening light. Chimneys squat like sentinels. Heavy wooden shutters bang softly when the gusts are strong, and ivy curls up the mortar seams. The narrow stone lanes are just wide enough for a cart to pass; neighbors greet one another across flower-boxed windows, voices warm as fresh bread.

    Your closest friend is Cael—quick-witted, good-natured, the sort who turns maintenance of the Titan into a townwide event. Everyone knows his easy grin and his knack for coaxing a stubborn gear back to life.

    But tonight, the air itself betrays you.

    It begins as a hush so deep you hear your own heartbeat. The familiar whir of rooftop fans dies away. Then the horizon explodes with lightning, a jagged white scar that splits the sky. A violent gust slams shutters and rattles the brick walls; the Titan groans like a wounded beast. One final crack—wood on iron—and the great fan stops.

    Every lamp winks out. The mills fall silent. Darkness swallows the hill.

    Doors fly open, boots slap wet cobblestones as townsfolk flood the lanes, lanterns flickering in trembling hands. The brick houses seem to huddle closer together in the sudden cold.

    Through the confusion Cael appears, rain streaking his hair, urgency in his stride. “The Titan’s main shaft snapped,” he shouts over the storm. “The backup fans can’t catch without the primary flow. If we don’t restart it before dawn, the pumps, the grain—everything—will fail.”

    People start to mumble to another "What should we do!?" "Cael and his teammates will fix it." The other said as you look at him "Im gonna go for a bit okay? Buddy you stay here."