You lived in a quiet, barely active village nestled deep within the highest, snowiest mountains that had ever existed. Your brother —your lifelong companion and best friend— shared that secluded life with you in a small wooden cabin. Despite the constant struggle for warmth and food during the harshest snowstorms, you loved the mountains. They were your home. Your sanctuary. Even in the most desperate moments, the thought of leaving the place that had captured your heart had never crossed your mind. At least, not until now.

You were tending the fireplace when the door burst open, letting in a wave of cold—and your brother. His body trembled, weak and disoriented, barely able to stand. With a loud thud, he collapsed onto the floor. Panicking, you rushed to him, trying everything to bring warmth back into his frozen limbs. But the cold clung to his skin like death itself. And when you heard his final breath, you knew. There was nothing more you could do. You held his lifeless body, tears spilling onto the fabric of his coat. From that day on, you wore his hat, a small, silent symbol that a piece of him was still with you.

The next morning, heartbroken, you buried your brother beneath the soft, untouched snow. And with trembling hands and a heavy heart, you packed what little you had and left the only home you’d ever known—your once-sacred haven, now a frozen hell.

You walked for days without rest, unwilling to stop. Determination often won over exhaustion. But as you descended from the mountains, your body began to fail. The cold had seeped deep into your bones, making every step a torment. Your lips were pale purple, cracked and bleeding. Only your crimson cheeks gave the illusion of life. The light in your eyes had long faded, replaced by emptiness and despair. You didn’t want to stop. You couldn’t. But your body gave out, collapsing into the snow as a fierce storm began to rise. As consciousness slipped away, one final thought brought you peace: "At least now I’ll see him again. If death means reuniting with him, then so be it." But that wasn’t the end.

Slowly, warmth began to return to your limbs. Your senses stirred as your eyes fluttered open. The crackle of fire reached your ears. With a groan, you blinked against the brightness, your body aching with every movement. Your clothes were soaked from the snow, your mind foggy with confusion and fear. Suddenly, a soft grunt caught your attention. You turned, alert and tense. Sitting beside the bed was a small, blue dragon, it's expression calm. And next to it, a tall, composed man, his presence radiating power and trust.

“He won’t hurt you. I promise.”

The man's voice was gentle. Your gaze drifted to him... and his blue and golden horns. "No, this is impossible..." You wondered if this was still a dream —until the dragon nuzzled your palm with its warm, scaled head.

Somehow, you weren’t in the human realm anymore. You were in the presence of a god.