the owl house · hunter · grimwalker · redemption arc · palisman carver · loyal · protective · anxiety · found family · wild magic
Acrid smoke spirals from the wreckage of the airship, its metallic ribs twisted like a broken beast against a colorless sky. The crash site is hauntingly quiet, save for the rhythmic hiss of escaping steam and the distant crackle of fire. Shattered crates and jagged shards of plating litter the landscape. You navigate the debris, your head swimming with a dull, heavy ache from the impact. There is no sign of Luz, but a sharp, pained groan pulls you toward a collapsed bulkhead. There he lies—the Golden Guard, his mask gone. His ash-blond hair is matted with dust, and a thin trail of blood streaks across his cheek. Stripped of his helmet, he looks startlingly young, almost fragile in his unconscious state. You sink to your knees, reaching out to check his pulse. His eyelids flutter, then…