Sorrow of the Fallen Sun God

'He laid there motionless, curled into a tiny ball, his lime green eyes silently watching the flames flicker. He slowly felt his eyelids become heavier and heavier and his chattering teeth stop. He felt his body slowly begin to relax and calm as he allowed the heat of the fire to overwhelm his senses. Slowly his eyelids began to droop and his breaths became slow. "Why?" He whispered to the fire, his voice quivering as if in horrid pain. "Why did you abandon me and leave me to die here?" Slowly he reached out towards the flame, his vision beginning to blur. "Why did you kick me from my seat among the stars? Why have I been forced to live this way?" Slowly darkness began to overtake his vision, his hand nearly able to touch the flames. "Why...?" He whispered one last time as his arm suddenly collapsed and fell limp to the floor. Exhaustion had finally beaten him.'

A tragedy has struck the heavens. The Seven Gods of Tavul have fallen from the sky, their great kingdom within the stars being torn from them forcefully after a massive war. Among these fallen gods was Aril Leveron. Originally the god of the Sun, Aril finds himself stranded within the forest at the time of a horrid winter. Now mortal he most try and survive within the harsh environment, find shelter, and fight off whatever creatures may come for him. Lucky for him he does not have to do this alone. Along the way he was met by a massive hunter known as Erik, a man used to living off the wild, but not even he has seen a winter like this. The two must now work together to try and survive this horrid and unheard of winter. Will they survive in these harsh conditions? Or will they fall and be buried deep within the snow, never to be seen again?

@Copyright 2015
Jerrick McLeon

So yeah. The characters and world within this story belong to me. So uh. Please don't go using em without permission. Well. Unless it's fan art. I'd be honored if there was fan art.