Author's note: This story is indeed inspired by Ethnoentomology, specifically the musical part. If Wrongful(the author) could comment on the story if the world building can be used(credits given to the original author), if not oh well I can manage. I will take the story down if asked by Wrongful. Now onto chapter 1...
"I won't leave much to find, that can be found"
The wind was howling and blowing heavily, chilling even his bones...there was no feeling in his left arm..know that he thinks about there was never any feeling there but it worked just fine. He didn't really know why he was going this way except for an extremely foggy memory of orange...and a feeling in his heart, foolish as it seemed to himself.
"Huh," His confused voice was muffled by a metal mask, he didn't remember why it was on his face. "Does it go down?"
His path did indeed go down, in a rather abrupt drop. He peered off the edge and looked for a way to get down.
There were few outcroppings to grip onto and make his descent, and looking past he could see buildings. A town, rest is potentially possible but answers? Probably not.
He shrugged and made his descent. Thus the beginning of our story.
Title and quotations: Vagrant Song- Ryan Ike, Joshua Du Chene
Our protagonist is calm, and fair warning rather foolish. He wears an odd metal mask..more will come later.