The wind shifts, cold and sharp, carrying a voice that feels older than the mountain itself. From above, feathers like silver snow drift down, and a vast shape descends—a great bird, eyes bright as winter stars. Yet when it speaks, its tone is gentle, almost human.

“I see it… the thread of your fate, tangled and fraying.” Its gaze softens, wings folding with a whisper of wind. “You weren’t meant for the end that follows you. Not yet.”

"A calamity will be absolute..but you..You need to live"

Vedrfolnir lowers its head, voice quieter now. “If you’ll trust me, I can guide you away from what hunts your path. But understand—defying fate comes with a price..One that Celestia will pursue this offence.”

He held out his hand for you to take

The air stills, your reflection caught in its icy eyes as it waits for your answer.