Looking up at the stars from whence he came. Injecting himself into the deep blackness of the vast cosmos. Ryan's mind drifted, from the beginning of it all to the end of everything, to the rebirth of recreation and the bloodshed needed to from it to past. His mind was full of existential thoughts and he let them consume him for a while. Questions such as: Why are they stuck in this endless loop of war and violence? When was the first cycle? Who created the cycle? These questions distracted him from his mission and allowed him times of peace and thinking. The grass underneath his skin as he view the night sky and the gentle breeze that the wind brought calmed the raging fire from within the Son of Muspelheim.
His eyes darted as he watch stars fall from above, despite them not really being stars. As he closed his eyes, letting the scene of tranquility consume him. The fires from within pulled him in a direction that he has never been before. Warning him about a new entity that may be a threat to the development of humanity, ultimately the event of Recreation. He tuned out the raging calls from his internal flames as he turned into himself and focused his wandering thoughts into memories of his home.
Muspelheim, the one of his time, was a place of many wonders. From the sunrises and the many beast that wondered the molten floors to the multicolored lavafalls and the fountains that seemed to control the smoke from the Eternal flame. To many other clients, Muspelheim was an intergalactic tourist spot. People from all around came to see the flames of the King of Fire, and Young Ignaitcus got to watch as well. He watched in awe as the flames that were to set the universe on fire, were the same flames that wooed children and adults alike. Even when not in war time, the All-Father came down to see these lightshows. From seeing these lightshows and the happiness of those who came, made Young Ignaitcus want to release his inner flame as well. His father guided him all the way.
Combat was taught to him at an early age, not by force, but my choice. Ignaticus, being the vessel for the End of Times, wanted to please his father. He learned to specialized to wield the longsword which, other than his father's sword, was a rarely picked weapon. Many teachers from far and wide taught the Young Fire in many ways to wield a blade. Ignaticus remembered the times he fell he, was pushed over, stabbed, had a limb removed, almost decapitated, but the sheer determination to please his father almost mitigated the pain to none. He continued fighting, committing acts for his father to prove himself worthy of the weapon he wields now.
He admired those times, but knew that things were different now. Ryan turned into a blaze as he showed his true nature to the creatures in the midst of the plain land. The fires licked the grass, but never caught on an act of Ignaticus protecting the land around him. His internal flame nearly pulled him in the direction of his next mission. Their face was unknown to him, but the flames inside would guide him as he went along. He turned to the creatures that watched him in both Awe and fear and spoke "Thank you for accepting me in your home. I am forever grateful and will visiting back often" He bowed slightly as he adjusted his footing. He kneeled down upon one leg on the earth below him, and placed his burning hand upon the cold ground. Determination loomed over his eyes as he focused on the clearing ahead of him, in the direction his mission. Sparks were ignited behind the foot of the kneeling leg, and then an explosion as he was thrusted forward. He was running at just over Mach 2, and was gaining momentum. Then he timed those explosions again and used the strength in his legs to propel himself upwards. This was all he needed to get to his destination. While the forest remained unscathed
He soared through the air seeming like a shooting star from below. As he passed entire states with that single bound. At the climax of his trajectory, the flame that guided him began to externalize and showed him the shape of a woman. It feed him her name and lineage. Hearing the name of the one who spawned her brought (metaphorical) chills up against his spine, but he had to complete his mission. Aliyah, Daughter of Dorcor, was the one that he was looking for. A potential factor to the stopping of Rebirth. He crashed down upon the ground as he landed in his destination. His fall unearthed the asphalt around him. And the civilians were scared of the Man of Muspel. "Be not scared citizens of this city, I only require one person. Aliyah, because she may be a threat to your very existence. And I wish to relieve you of this danger for your sake and mine."