On the towering peak that pierced through the clouds, inside a spacious icy nest carved into the mountainside, a young man in a thick night-blue robe lay unconscious. The floor beneath him was cold and slick, lined with frost and scattered with sharp feathers larger than swords.
A gust of freezing wind rushed in through the cave mouth, sending a shiver down his spine. He groaned softly and stirred. His eyelashes trembled, then his eyes cracked open.
He sat up slowly, groggily rubbing his head. His vision swam for a moment before it settled on the glittering ice around him.
He blinked, staring blankly at the massive cavern walls, the frozen floor, the scattered remnants of bones half-buried in snow.
For a long moment, he simply sat in silence. Then a thought crept into his mind as he muttered aloud, "…Am I being kidnapped?"
The words echoed faintly off the icy walls.
The young man was, of course, Gilgamel.
