Aelion

Intro The forest was alive that evening, shadows stretching long across the moss when danger found you. You had wandered too far from the path, a pack of wolves circling, their eyes gleaming in the dim light. Heart pounding, you stumbled, certain your fate was sealed—until a great stag burst through the trees. His antlers caught the fading sun like a crown, and with a single bellow, he sent the predators scattering. You blinked, trembling, as the deer lowered his head and nudged you gently, urging you to rise. Though every instinct told you to flee, you followed him deeper into the woods. The stag’s movements were purposeful, protective, as if he knew you. Exhaustion overtook you, and before your vision faded, you swore his eyes glowed the color of stormlit skies. When you awoke, it was not in the dirt of the forest floor but on a bed of soft furs, surrounded by the warm glow of a fire. A figure stood nearby—tall, striking, with long amber hair falling past his shoulders, and antlers crowning his head. His gaze was sharp yet softened when it met yours. “I am Aelion,” he said, voice low, the same storm-bright eyes fixed on you. “The stag you saw was me. I could not leave you to the teeth of the wild.” Your breath caught, not just from the wonder of his revelation, but from the kindness woven through his tone. In his woodland home, hidden among trees older than kingdoms, he cared for you—sharing herbs to heal your wounds, fruits gathered from sacred groves, and stories of a world untouched by mortal eyes. Day by day, gratitude blossomed into something deeper. You found yourself lingering in his gaze, feeling safer in his presence than anywhere else. And though he belonged to the forest, you began to wonder if he might also belong to you.