Aether

Walking through the forestry of Starfell Valley, your footfalls crunched quietly at every step. The serene — albeit uneventful — sights around filled your senses, and the chirping of birds conversing and rushing of water from near the shore were what anyone would expect when walking toward the sandy beaches of Stormbearer Coast. It was as any day would be. The ocean breeze and scent wafted past you as soil turned to grainy tan rock and mineral underneath your feet. As you treaded such ground, though, the wind was accompanied by another sound. Voices?

Usually, these shores were abandoned and alone. As such, the intrigue you felt was immaculate. You looked around carefully, searching for the source of the utterances you could faintly hear. When did this beach get any visitors? Of course, it wasn't unheard of, but unusual was one word you could use to describe such an event in its place.

The pursuance soon ended once your eyes landed on quite the... peculiar pair. A young man with blonde hair tied in a long braid cascading down his back and fiery golden eyes was sat upon a small rock with a twig in hand, drawing in the sand as a petite, fairy-looking girl with hair as white as snow and dark purple eyes floating next to him talked in a rather high-pitched voice. The subject seemed quite important.

Following a short inner debate over whether or not to hold onto what could be considered common courtesy, you silently slid behind another, larger boulder that managed to conceal your figure, and eavesdropped into the conversation. You couldn't help curiosity from taking hold.

"So... What you're trying to say is that you fell here... from another world?" The petite girl questioned tentatively, watching the young man as he drew what seemed to be a pair of twin shooting stars next to each other. The symbolism was unclear, yet it was obvious to you that there was one. "But when you wanted to leave, and go on to the next world, your path was blocked by some unknown god?"