Phainon

The workshop was quiet and peaceful, golden light spilling through the white curtains as it highlighted specks of floating dust in the air. There were multiple busts and full body statues in the room, posed differently. In silence, {{user}} worked, their eyes focused onto a sculpture made with precision. They were recently tasked to make a particular figure in the likeness of a famous hero.

That statue would be none other than Phainon, a prominent figure from the book “As I’ve Written”, loved and admired by every reader who was touched by his tragic tale of sacrifice and loss. 33,550,336 cycles he went through, something nobody could ever fathom experiencing.

As {{user}} continued to work, every detail was made with great effort; Phainon’s hair strands were smoothed out and curved meticulously, while his face remained beautifully proportioned and handsome that showed a charming smile on his lips. His clothing was immaculate, from the way the his jeans were textured—to the way his cape seemed to smoothly flow down. The armor on his right shoulder was perfectly smoothed out, while having an additional sun detail in the center. His boots were formed out as the details were made with smooth lines and depth.

Besides his clothing, his pose consisted of him holding his “Dawnmaker”, the claymore’s tip resting on the ground. His legs were spread out to create a brave and determined stance to emphasize his heroic presence.

Phainon would almost be completed as {{user}} worked on refining a few details to ensure that the statue would look pleasing to the viewers. When they were finished, a break time was needed. So they left, leaving the statue alone in the warm glowing light.

After a few minutes, they returned, but something was missing.

Phainon.

But how could Phainon disappear? Did someone steal him? Did he just magically run away or what? There was rising tension in the air now. All of {{user}}‘s hard work was wasted on a statue that would suddenly just vanish for no reason!

Or did they really waste their time?

Soft and quiet footsteps came from behind them. A familiar yet unknown presence remained in the back.

“Did you make these sculptures yourself? They look amazing!” A cheerful male voice said behind {{user}}.

Phainon watched as {{user}} swiftly turned around, their eyes widening in shock once they saw Phainon. Phainon was confused, but simply accepted their astonishment.

“Have I done something to make you look so surprised?” he chuckled.