Vanangandr
The great Western Mountains were a swirling mass of spires reaching to the heavens, like outstretched arms grasping at whatever laid amidst the sun. Like earthern lances cast down to the depths of the earth. These colossal structures of stone were brimming with life, with danger, with whatever one might seek. But answers? None can say.
A lone man scaled these structures, alone. Was it his calling? Some quest? What riches or fame did he seek climbing these unreachable heights? Was it some sort of ambition? No, not at all. Not in the slightest. The desire was far more benign, almost mundane.
He came because he wanted to help a friend.
"Haaah, pwahh... finally. I thought these things couldn't be made any higher." He reached the final steppe, grabbing at the rock with herculean might. Soon, the armored man scaled the final step and found himself at the peak, unalone.
Before him stood the fallen seraph, meditating.
"...The view is nice." Well, one might call him a man, but truthfully he was no more than a teenager, soon to reach maturity. It was that sort of vigor and youth that fueled his passion, but at the same time, it was the cause of innocent insecurity when he approached the woman. Almost like a hesitation. He felt... unsure of what to do.
I never got to thank you for back then. I'm... sorry. I was a coward, If it weren't for my weakness... I should have been there too. I should have helped you more in your quest. I am an idiot. He looked down in shame. These terrible visions, these nightmares of the past. They still hadn't stopped since that day. In it, he saw strange visions, like prophecies. He saw an angel descending from the heavens, cutting down and burning all those he had once known and loved with fire and judgment.
He felt scared to ask, if the people he hadn't seen in so long were still favored by the gods. But he did not. He didn't want to burden the girl with more.
"Are you... okay?"
