The young man known as Hiro Kouen made his way to Horae Island. He traveled not by boat, not through portal or airship, but by wing. He owned winged armor, magically bound to him, originally owned by his father. He flew through the air, with wings of crimson and orange feathers attached to his armored back. Why was he heading to Horae Island? He heard there were a mass of riches to be found there, and not only that, but the island contained a wealth of elemental energy. He called himself a Phoenix Knight, but it turns out he was more than just a Fire Knight, or an Knight of just a single element. He had been training with all the elements. Learning to master each one, then combine them together in pairs. This was more than just an exploration trip, or a way to potentially get money.
This was a pilgrimage.
Suddenly, Hiro felt a disturbance in the air around him. A powerful aura was approaching behind him, moving incredibly fast, giving him little chance to make an evasive maneuver. Hiro banked to the side, barely able to avoid the speeding airship approaching him. However, he was struck by the powerful gusts of wind left in the wake of the airship. He was sent tumbling through the air, falling down toward the ground. The airship landed on the ground as Hiro started to try and regain control of his flight. He had little idea of where the ship came from; one moment it was clear skies, and the next, this ship materialized out of nowhere.
"No, no nonononono! I-I can't stop it! Ahhh!" he screamed as he fell toward the ground, a face plant into the soft snow somewhat breaking his fall, with all the grace of a bird that had just been shot out of the sky by a hunter's arrow. He slid to a stop, his legs sticking out of the snow, while mounds of the white stuff covering his upper body. The wings he had on his back vanished. He groaned in pain, his whole body ached from the sudden deceleration into the ground. Hiro was garbed in a suit of crimson armor, with an outer coat of gray fur around his shoulders and neck. He had raven hair, marred with red highlights. His eyes were sapphire blue. "Ow . . . d-did anyone catch the number of that airship?" He struggled to pull himself up out of the cold snow. He was not that far from the pilot of the ship, and the other man that had arrived through a portal, whom Hiro was unaware of yet.