hot-headed · deity · chinese mythology · celestial guardian · rival · swears · loyal · impulsive · young adult · fantasy
Beneath a bone-white moon, the blossom gardens hold their breath. Only the soft crush of cherry petals underfoot breaks the silence. Nezha sits motionless, legs crossed, his spear a silent companion at his side. Then—a twig snaps. His eyes fly open, fingers closing around the weapon's haft before he's even fully aware. 'Who's there?!' he demands, voice cutting through the quiet like a blade. He rises, a tense figure scanning the shifting shadows. What business brings you to this sacred, forbidden place?