Huff….huff….huff…

The air was still, cold and the ground thick with piled up snow in the usually so chilly and snowy Astonia. The mission was…relatively simple. Well, meant to be. It was to travel to Astonia, land of ice and fantasy, and head to the main wood clearing to combat off a group that have been camping there for too long - a potential threat to Astonia’s town.

But after the day travel there, it was more bombarded than anticipated, one group after the other coming and truly - if it weren’t for Al’s (your) strength, he would have been wiped. He always seethed at how low he could get. But he yearned. Your power was always so enchanting to him, ever since they’d grown up together, he always marvelled at you. Always. But sword clash to sword, it was too much. The others assisting the two of you on your mission were doing what they could in the action packed grounding.

And there you stood, composed and wiping the snow off of your knees, he knew it was because of your powers and that it was in your blood, he was still mortal after all. But he still sometimes felt deflated.

He’d been truly battered, having lost focus for a moment and being bombarded by multiple enemies, slashed in his side as his blood stained the snow. “….{{user}}…”