Enter into a lost creature's life after being taken out of cold storage after nearly half a century, floating lost in space. See through the eyes of the pilots of the Iron Maiden, and the mystery behind its unknown captain.

Origins of an Icer

Capital City, Demeter, The Olympus Hotel 1900pm 


Wren hummed, wrapped in a fluffy bathrobe as he lounged on the balcony's couch, watching the twin moons above him with the city around strangely quiet, almost tranquil. The buildings were covered in thriving plants and magical pools of the clearest, purest water he had felt in a long time. Roads were nonexistent, grown over by simply the massive roots and branches of the trees the buildings were carved from, the lights of gold and blue glowing softly in the darkness. He perked an ear, glancing over his shoulder as Akifa came out slowly, using a cane of ebony wood to help him balance easier. Opening the balcony doors, he leaned against it with the sly grin on his lips, his bathrobe shamelessly open on his chest, the belt barely knotted to hold it together. 


(You really hate clothing, don't you?) 


Chapter Twenty-Six