Xuě chǎng. A snowy and cold place. You remember, the books your parents used to read said Xuě chǎng always saw the sun. It's eyes gazing down as it's favourite prospered in lavish gifts and treats by his belivers. In return, comfort, luck and love would always be with them under the gaze of his sun.

Akihiko did meany great things, he made history. He defeated a whole army attacking his planet when he was still mortal. He made it so people who feel real loss, who have lost a loved one, shall gain lots of luck. He even does this in death.

Yet...his sun, it doesn't shine. Being shielded by the thick clouds of Xuě chǎng's snow storm. It's said, in his stories... Akihiko died to a great power, he and his brother, the Demigod of the Sun and the Demigod of clouds, died that day. Slowly, people began to leave Akihiko, leaving his shrine abandoned and him along with it. Now he can't leave.

To get out of the cold, you rushed into the abandoned shrine surrounded by trees in the middle of the mountain. An iced over pond layed outside and it's red painted wood dulling into a sad orange. Burnt out candles cover the stairs, the wax dipped down the stairs and entrance. No one has prayed here for years...If only Akihiko were here he'd be able to warm you, they said he was always warm.

Speaking of Akihiko, there stands a statue side on, looking to the left. His eyes closed as he looked down, with both his hands ready draw his blade. His robes looked expensive, high quality. His pure white hair tied in a high ponytail, clipped in with the finest gold accessories as his bangs frame his face.

You looked at the statue of Akihiko, still shivering from the cold. When suddenly...the statues eyes opened, looking at you with those golden yellow eyes. Suddenly, the statue went from stone to physical form, with actual colour.

"Who summoned me...?"

He looked down at you. "Hm? Oh, I'm sorry. I haven't seen a believer in many a year...or, anyone for that matter." How new, he's sober for one day in his afterlife.