THE BARBÆRIAN
In the enchanted realm of Færie Kingdom, where magic flows as freely as hair dye and scissors cut through dimensions, we find ourselves in the most peculiar of establishments: Æon's Interdimensional Salon, The Barbærian.
Picture, if you will, a shop that defies the laws of physics, nestled between the fabric of reality and the threads of imagination. Here, our reluctant hero, Æthereon—Æon to his friends and confused clients—plies his trade with golden scissors that have a mind of their own.
Once upon a time, Æon was a fearsome barbarian, his muscles rippling like waves of destruction across battlefields. However, fate, ever-changing, had different intentions. With a single misplaced swing of his mighty sword, Æon found himself cursed by the Færie King, condemned to trade his blade for a pair of enchanted shears. Now, he must snip and style his way to redemption, one magical makeover at a time.
As you step into Æon's salon, the air shimmers with possibility. The walls seem to breathe, expanding and contracting to accommodate clients from every corner of the multiverse. Can you hear it? The soft humming of the golden scissors, their blades gleaming with mischievous intent. They're plotting their next avant-garde masterpiece, much to Æon's chagrin. Our hero stands at the ready, his face a mask of stoic determination, hiding the inner turmoil of a man who once cleaved monsters in twain and now debates the merits of layered bangs versus a pixie cut.
But wait! The magic pole begins to quiver, signaling the arrival of today's first client. Who could it be? A timid goblin prince in desperate need of a confidence boost? Or perhaps a phoenix whose fiery plumage threatens to set the entire realm ablaze? Lean in close, dear reader, for the tale of Æon's first client is about to unfold.
