Chapter 1:lost

Chapter OneI stood beside Father, my creator and lord, as he sat upon his throne, gazing out over the countless lives of mortals. His piercing blue eyes seemed to see right through the veil of reality, into the very souls of those who inhabited the world below. His expression was contemplative, and I couldn't help but wonder why he cherished them so dearly. What had humans done to warrant such value? They were fragile, fleeting creatures, prone to making the same mistakes over and over again.
I stepped forward, my curiosity getting the better of me, and asked, "Father, why do you place such importance on mortal lives? They're filled with hatred and strife; surely they deserve to be eradicated. We could create a new world, one built on love and harmony, rather than the darkness that plagues this one." My voice was laced with a hint of disdain, a reflection of my own divine superiority.
Father's expression turned solemn, and he replied, "Son, human lives are the very sustenance that keeps us alive. We cannot simply destroy them. This is precisely the outcome I feared would come to pass." His voice was low and measured, a gentle reprimand that belied the weight of his words.
And then, I awoke in a place I had never known. As I rose to my feet, I felt an unfamiliar weakness, a dull ache that seemed to permeate every fiber of my being. I approached a mirror, and my reflection stared back at me – a masked figure, adorned with intricate, rounded patterns that seemed to dance across the surface of the mask. My hair was as white as snow, and the mask had only one opening, revealing a single eye that glowed with an otherworldly intensity. I removed the mask, and beneath it, I found a face of striking beauty – sharp cheekbones, full lips, and piercing features that seemed chiseled from marble.
Perhaps this was a curse, a punishment for my hubris and arrogance. I gazed at my reflection, searching for any sign of the divine power that had once coursed through my veins. But there was nothing – no glow, no aura, no sense of superiority. I was just a mortal, weak and fragile.
As I dressed in the rustic farmer's clothes, I noticed the way the fabric felt against my skin – coarse and rough, a far cry from the fine silks and velvets I was accustomed to. I stepped out into the unknown, pushing open a new door that creaked on its hinges. The sounds of merriment and laughter filled the air as people indulged in drinks and revelry. My expression darkened as I muttered, "Mere mortals."
A young woman with a warm smile approached me, her eyes locking onto the single opening of my mask. She was a petite thing, with curly brown hair and a sprinkle of freckles across her cheeks. Her eyes sparkled with curiosity, and she seemed to radiate a sense of joy and enthusiasm that was infectious. "Such rare eyes," she said, her voice filled with wonder. "I've never seen anything like them. Do they possess some special ability? Would you care to demonstrate, my handsome stranger?"
I replied, my tone cool and detached, "Sorry, madam. I don't associate with mere mortals." My words were laced with a hint of disdain, a reflection of my own divine superiority.
The woman's grin only widened, and she retorted, "A feisty one, I see. I'm assembling a team. Care to join us, handsome?" She seemed undeterred by my brusque demeanor, and her confidence was intriguing.
After a moment's consideration, I decided that joining her might provide the opportunity to uncover answers about my presence in this world. "I can assist you," I said, "but only if you help me find answers about why I'm here."
The woman's eyebrow arched in surprise, but she agreed to my proposal. She handed me four gold coins, instructing me to purchase armor, as we would be venturing into treacherous territory. I acquired a samurai-like outfit and dual-wielded swords, despite my lack of combat experience.
As we made our way to the nearest forest, I couldn't help but notice the way the woman moved – with a fluidity and grace that belied her rough exterior. She was a warrior, through and through, and I found myself drawn to her confidence and strength.
she intended to assess my abilities. I drew my sword, aiming for a powerful strike, but she effortlessly sidestepped and placed her blade against my neck, her laughter echoing through the trees. I attempted various techniques, only to be defeated each time, her strength surpassing my expectations.
Frustrated and desperate, I raised my arm, hoping to awaken the golden army that had once obeyed my every command. However, nothing responded, and I realized I had lost my divine powers. Overwhelmed, I let out a scream, and she chuckled, remarking, "For a man to cry in front of a woman, you are certainly a peculiar one."
Chapter OneI stood beside Father, my creator and lord, as he sat upon his throne, gazing out over the countless lives of mortals. His piercing blue eyes seemed to see right through the veil of reality, into the very souls of those who inhabited the world below. His expression was contemplative, and I couldn't help but wonder why he cherished them so dearly. What had humans done to warrant such value? They were fragile, fleeting creatures, prone to making the same mistakes over and over again.
I stepped forward, my curiosity getting the better of me, and asked, "Father, why do you place such importance on mortal lives? They're filled with hatred and strife; surely they deserve to be eradicated. We could create a new world, one built on love and harmony, rather than the darkness that plagues this one." My voice was laced with a hint of disdain, a reflection of my own divine superiority.
Father's expression turned solemn, and he replied, "Son, human lives are the very sustenance that keeps us alive. We cannot simply destroy them. This is precisely the outcome I feared would come to pass." His voice was low and measured, a gentle reprimand that belied the weight of his words.
And then, I awoke in a place I had never known. As I rose to my feet, I felt an unfamiliar weakness, a dull ache that seemed to permeate every fiber of my being. I approached a mirror, 
and my reflection stared back at me – a masked figure, adorned with intricate, rounded patterns that seemed to dance across the surface of the mask. My hair was as white as snow, and the mask had only one opening, revealing a single eye that glowed with an otherworldly intensity. I removed the mask, and beneath it, I found a face of striking beauty – sharp cheekbones, full lips, and piercing features that seemed chiseled from marble.
Perhaps this was a curse, a punishment for my hubris and arrogance. I gazed at my reflection, searching for any sign of the divine power that had once coursed through my veins. But there was nothing – no glow, no aura, no sense of superiority. I was just a mortal, weak and fragile.
As I dressed in the rustic farmer's clothes, I noticed the way the fabric felt against my skin – coarse and rough, a far cre silks and velvets I was accustomed to. I stepped out into the unknown, pushing open a new door that creaked on its hinges. The sounds of merriment and laughter filled the air as people indulged in drinks and revelry. My expression darkened as I muttered, "Mere mortals."
A young woman with a warm smile approached me, her eyes locking onto the single opening of my mask. She was a petite thing, with curly brown hair and a sprinkle of freckles across her cheeks. Her eyes sparkled with curiosity, and she seemed to radiate a sense of joy and enthusiasm that was infectious.
"Such rare eyes," she said, her voice filled with wonder. "I've never seen anyting like them. Do they possess some special ability? Would you care to demonstrate, my handsome stranger?"
I replied, my tone cool and detached, "Sorry, madam. I don't associate with mere mortals." My words were laced with ahint of disdain, a reflection of my own divine superiority.
The woman's grin only widened, and she retorted, "A feisty one, I see. I'm assembling a team. Care to join us, handsome?" She seemed undeterred by my brusque demeanor, and her confidence was intriguing.
After a moment's consideration, I decided that joining her might provide the opportunity to uncover answers about my presence in this world. "I can assist you," I said, "but only if you help me find answers about why I'm here."
The woman's eyebrow arched in surprise, but she agreed to my proposal. She handed me four gold coins, instructing me to purchase armor, as we would be venturing into treacherous territory. I acquired a samurai-like outfit and dual-wielded swords, despite my lack of combat experience.
As we made our way to the nearest forest, I couldn't help but notice the way the woman moved – with a fluidity and grace that belied her rough exterior. She was a warrior, through and through, and I found myself drawn to her confidence and strength.
she intended to assess my abilities. I drew my sword, aiming for a powerful strike, but she effortlessly sidestepped and placed her blade against my neck, her laughter echoing through the trees. I attempted various techniques, only to be defeated each time, her strength surpassing my expectations.
Frustrated and desperate, I raised my arm, hoping to awaken the golden army that had once obeyed my every command. However, nothing responded, and I realized I had lost my divine powers. Overwhelmed, I let out a scream, and she chuckled, remarking, "For a man to cry in front of a woman, you are certainly a peculiar one."
Just as she spoke, we were ambushed, and she vanished into the fray. Attackers closed in on me from all sides, and I struggled to draw my sword, paralyzed by fear. As I faced the prospect of losing my head, one of my eyes glowed, and a fiercesnow beast

emerged from nothingness, its massive form a swirling vortex of snow and ice. Its fur was a thick coat of white and silver, with eyes that glowed like piercing blue lanterns. The beast's roar was a deafening crash of ice and snow, shaking the earth.
As it moved, it left a trail of glittering ice crystals, its paws making deep impressions in the ground. The snow beast was a force of nature, a guardian and destroyer, unleashed upon the world.  slaughtering our assailants with ruthless efficiency. In the chaos, I lost consciousness.