Published: 02/04/21
Act I - Spirit of Adventure
CHAPTER I
The Long Road Ahead
"Creation. Destruction. Knowledge.
The aspects of magic left to us by the gods, our gift from those who have condemned us both to torment. Each is, in its own way, formidable; each is, in its own way, necessary.
There is always a certain beauty in the act of creation, provided that the creation itself serve some worthy purpose, just as there is equal beauty to be found in the destruction of the unworthy.
The latter, I confess, is more pleasurable to observe, at least when the creations being destroyed belong to you.
And as for Knowledge, well…without knowledge, what great enterprise can ever hope to succeed? Why do you think your pawns and puppets, blindfolded by your lies and half-truths, fumbling in a morass of ignorance, fail so often as they do?"
Gunther knew something was wrong when he heard a commotion outside of his home, but having to avoid such things is what made him an efficient enchanter.
Hours gone by, and he noticed the silence that descended upon the city. He was relieved to continue his work in peace. Wagner visited him this morning, and immediately went to work. The blacksmith's approach to his work ethic was admirable, no wonder why he was the best apprentice-smith in Mondstadt. Such dedication to the craft could only be rivaled by Gunther. And the man's work could speak for itself.
He was finally done sewing together the coat and sleeves, the leather straps and buckles were next. The afternoon rays swept over the windows of his workshop, displaying the varied arrays of tools and items in such a fashion of brilliance and beauty. The day had gone by quick, and the progress was finally done.
Usually, he would be at his stand by the market of Springvale, but customs were a priority and Gunther has a standard to live up to. His meticulousness is something he treasured greatly, and he wouldn't be what he is without it. It brought him this far, why stop now?
The fervent knock on his door rumbled forth, and brought him out of his contemplation. Dropping the set of tools in his hands, he went to fetch his door. "Wagner?"
The blacksmith himself nodded, and the man seemed troubled. "What is it this time?" He really wasn't a gossip, and he had a feeling Wagner wasn't either. So what had to bother the man this time?
"Varka still hasn't come back," Wagner replied, the worry and distressed look on his face palpable to Gunther. "Something is wrong, I can feel it. The knights aren't saying anything, and when I tried to look for Varka's troops they seemed missing as well."
"Look," started Gunther, a deadpanned look was given to the blacksmith. "The business of the knights is their own problem, and no matter how inadequate, useless, and incompetent they are they wouldn't let any trouble get passed them. Especially when it concerns their Grandmaster's already dead reputation. I won't be surprised if they are trying to cover it up. A common tactic for them, if you ask me."
"Just please take this seriously for once, Gunther!" Wagner bellowed. "Varka is the only man in Mondstadt that could face any threat, but if the problem is left to shimmer by the "knights" then nothing would be done. And do you honestly think that the Grandmaster would do something about this, the man's spineless as heck."
"Alright, alright," Gunther grunted as the enchanter let out a sigh of exasperation. "What do you want me to do about it?"
A thoughtful look passes on Wagner's face, before a metaphorical lightbulb appeared. Such expressions of excitement plastered on the blacksmith's face did not bring any comfort, as Gunther was well-aware of the many escapades that took place around Mondstadt. It mostly concerns the actions of a blacksmith and a knight.
"I heard of a young girl by the Downward Alley that sells information, maybe you could do something about that."
"Vile?" Gunther had to suppress to gag at the teenager's name, but as much as it pains him, the brat was reliable. At a certain price. "Screw the brat, she cheated on our last session of cards!"
"You gamble?" the bewildered look on Wagner's face was a common occurrence.
"Everyone gambles, Wagner. It's just a matter of how. But never mind that, I'll look for the brat. But I make no promises, alright? Both you and Varka are trouble makers already, and having Vile along made my migraines expand faster than a Liyue Merchant's profits."
Looking relieved, the blacksmith thanked the enchanter, "Oh yeah, here's the order you requested."
The blacksmith moved aside from the entrance to gesture down to a wooden crate. "The set of vambraces and greaves were simple to make, and the shoulder-plate along with the shin-guards are ready as well."
"Thanks, Wagner. As usual, your expertise never ceases to amaze me."
It was the right set, and a perfect match to boot. Both the armored parts coincide best with the coated outfit. Now, the only thing left is to enchant these and the entire outfit is complete.
Jean couldn't help but squeal, "Y-you're a knight!"
Was, technically, but the dilemma before him made Aether freeze in his tracks. Like a reindeer caught in the middle of a hunt, one of which two ways that would happen. Either he'll make a break for it, or take his chances at talking it out. It was much harder to do so, especially with someone he cares about gushes in front of him.
What made it worse was the unmistakable presence of a man Aether admires, the Grandmaster of the Knights himself, Varka. The familiar grin plastered on the knight's face was palpable and terrifying. Aether fully knows when Varka smiles, either the man was amused, or pissed. He hopes it would be the former, as facing the man himself at his prime was a mistake. Aether could hold his ground if need be, but the man did not earn the title of Knight of Boreas by letting his foes breathe another second. Varka's might and character is widely known across the seven nations. Heck, they wouldn't bother threatening Mondstadt if it wasn't for Varka's constant(if not laidback) vigilance over the land.
Aether couldn't find his voice anyway, as the pressure and the grasp of his current situation hindered his ability to utter a sound.
He fucked up, badly.
And this time there was no replay button to press...
"Oi, are ya alright? You look a little pale there, buddy."
Varka was right, as he felt every blood in his face disappear. The scenery of the fading sunlight shining on this moment made it even worse, as expectant eyes gaze upon him, and waiting for his word. It wasn't the same, it just wasn't. This wasn't a faceless crowd he could convince to leave, these two were the most important people in Mondstadt. In the future anyway, but that wasn't the point!
Shit! Aether inwardly cursed as Jean- Little Jean stepped forward, her grey-blue eyes took a small glimpse of his soul, and gasp in concern.
Jean couldn't help but feel a little guilty at what she saw, as her saviour before her was hurt! His once pristine foreign clothes scorched and damaged, and his face was with the look of panic and fright. Jean realized that he was scared too, as the fight must've been harsh for him. Her admiration grew as she recognized that he struggled to rescue her- I mean them! The rest of the captives is what she meant.
"Look, kid," Varka addressed the boy gently, fearing the man before him might run away. "You did well, the captives were not hurt, and the hilichurls were defeated. It's over now. Hey, maybe we could have a drink with my boys? What do ya say? Eh, it's my treat!"
Aether mumbled, both Jean and Varka didn't hear it, as the wind carried it away. "It's never over. It never was..."
dammitDammit!Dammit!dammit! How could this happen!?
All that suffering, and the hardship. The pain he had to go through, was for nothing!? Why? Of course, the answer was simple. Aether's destiny was to die at that throne room, along with his friends, and lover. The nightmare would be over, and this cruel joke of an attempt would end. Let the Unknown God win, what was the point of it all? Why is he still here? Just to suffer? Is the world so cruel to just give him a glimmer of hope, then shatter it in front of him? Beyond a doubt, he was but a joke to the universe.
He really wants to cry. To laugh, and go mad with insanity. Screw saving the world, the world is doomed. Aether was destined to fail, to watch as the pain returns as his friends die once again. The only way for the joke to continue was to for him to live again. To see it all with his eyes, as the Unknown God's howling laughter echoed through his mind.
He- he... was just tired.
"I'm tired," Aether gave a long sigh. "Maybe Berthram might've prepared dinner early. Yeah, that's it. Maybe a nice cold drink might wash away the pain. Have a nice bath along with a soft bed... yeah."
Varka watched in utter fascination as the bloodied man just turned around and left without another word. What the hell just happened?
"Uncle Varka! You scared him away. What the hell is wrong with you?!"
The knight couldn't help but visibly flinch at Little Jean's curse at him. She was a polite girl, and was never prone to curse. Somehow, he still felt pride for that. Jean was growing up.
"Wha- HEY! What's that look for? Uncle Varka!"
The bickering between the two was silenced by the broken winds that howled downwards off the cliff, as Aether's silent march back to Mondstadt was left unimpeded. He was distracted. A fatal mistake, as the curious eyes of the Abyss followed his every step.
Reaching the city was quick and simple, no other creature or beast got in his way. Lest, of course, they startle the man's already unstable aura and incur his wrath. The bridge was filled to the brim with hundreds of people leaving the city's premises, their looks of relief and joyful expressions did little to ease Aether's own comfort. As he realized these folks were not the ones he knew, but lived in a different time, and a different place.
There was no Dvalin, the Knights were still whole but fractured, and his friends were not even old enough to fight back. He was stuck, and that revelation brought him to his ridiculous dilemma. Razor is still a young child at the care of Andrius, along with Albedo accompanying his master across Teyvat. Both are out of his reach for maybe another decade if the sight of Jean's age showed him anything. Sucrose, Barbara, Amber and Noelle are the same as well, but were here in Mondstadt. Lisa might be still at the Academy of Sumeru, as they started teaching magic to those with young talent. Diluc- Oh, gods Diluc. Both he and Kaeya are at the Dawn Winery. And Master Crepus is still alive! He wouldn't get threatened until Diluc's year of manhood comes. Less than a decade, and still a long time to go.
"Have you heard? The knights actually did something useful for once."
"Nah, you're joking right? As if they could do something right, Captain Varka must've saved their asses in the process."
"I heard it was a foreigner, a warrior from another nation! He's the one who rescued those unfortunate souls, not the knights! I heard from the children tales of a knight cloaked in gold, and the wind at his beck and call."
"Did Lord Barbatos finally return?"
"No you fools! The children said he wields a blade, not a bow. He must be a champion of the Anemo Archon! Like those heroes of old!"
Whispers and chatters continue, and it only made Aether feel dread. There was no "Champion of Barbatos" in the future, and he was hell as sure there would be no Champion. He screwed enough as it is, Aether would make sure not another nail in his coffin would be placed. Maybe another approach was needed, he just doesn't know what he could think of!
He was tired, yes, but the urgency of the situation was paramount. He needed to leave immediately, as staying would prove difficult later on. Varka and Jean already knows his face, and when people begun asking or looking, Aether would be long gone to bother with that mess. A hero or a rogue element declared on him, it wouldn't matter. In the end, his mission to steer the world from chaos will be impeded. If it wasn't so fucked up before.
Aether sighs, finally entering the gate of the city. Even the entrance was heavily crowded, as merchants and their wares were lined up with carts, families and groups of friends were also ready to leave. Such a sight only reminded him of desperate times during the war. People panicking and rushing to evacuate, in a non-orderly manner, their faces striken with grief and terror. Many small children who lost their way trampled beneath the sea of fear. But it was different here, as the people of Mondstadt has nothing to worry about. Yet.
Blatantly ignoring the mass faces of boredom or excitement, Aether decided to abandon the plaza. He still has something to do before he leaves tonight. And he better make it quick, before Varka throws a party or something. He knew the Grandmaster's hysterical attitude, and Aether must leave before the man decides to look for him personally. He was not thrilled to know that a stubborn man wouldn't leave him alone. It was already hard to leave the sight of little Jean's worried face, but Aether was more afraid of what he would say.
Finally finding the address, Vorsiti's workshop was merely at the outer rims of the city, and the structure was sticking near the walls. The north-esatern side was mostly filled with small shops and vendors. And if one continues northward, they would encounter Angel' Share and the North Gate. Knocking politely at the door, Aether nearly stumbled on his step when the enchanter replied with a annoyed shout, "WHAT IS IT THIS TIME WAGNER? DON'T YOU SEE-"
The bemused look on Aether's face cut off Gunther's rant, the man's lilac eyes blinking in surprise. "...I am busy?"
"I can see that, I was just wondering if my order was ready," Aether huffed, already tired to take any exchange in conversation.
"Ah, it's just you kid, good to see you. Sorry for the sudden outburst, I had a rough morning. Sometimes it's better to have no friends to bother me all day."
"Same," Aether replied. "Can I come in?"
"Sure, sure!" the enchanter gestured for Aether to enter, and was not surprise at the state of Gunther's home. It was simple at best, but his attention went to the workshop. Every corner brimmed with expensive tools and materials that were hard to find. "Oh, see something you like?"
Aether ignored the amused tone the enchanter had, and replies, "You can say that, as I had a friend who was interested in Astrology. Her meager funds would always go to her research, as her passion was a priority rather than her appetite."
"Ha! She must've been a little too indulgent in her work, then. I mean, I'm not that kind of guy to just blow all your cash into a single passion. I sew and craft outfits without enchanting them at times. With my own materials I saved and gathered. Much more effective than buying them."
He actually wished that Mona could handle her finance, so she wouldn't "accompany" Albedo and Klee to lunch every now and then. Gunther immediately proceeded to hand Aether a crate, along with a contract.
"Here, just sign this and the package is yours," Gunther handed down a small wooden crate, opened it and revealed its contents. Aether gasp at the craftmanship, and the delicate features it brought. "The motifs and symbols were a little rough to handle, but it came out perfectly. So, what do you think?"
Aether gave a tired smile, "It's perfect."
It had seemed Klee's little herioc fantasy of Aether might become true.
"Do you have room for me to change? I'm a little roughed up, and might need a change of clothes."
Gunther noticed Aether's torn outfit, an outfit that intrigued him. No matter, he was already peruse in time. And the little brat was so damn pesky when she felt insulted by his late arrivals. "I was gonna leave anyway, I'll change from my room and the workshop's yours."
Aether nodded, grateful to have some respite and a change of clothes. As he saw Gunther ascend the stairs, Aether propped down his old cloak and settled for the new one. It was pristine and clean, sure it may not hold any significant sentimental value to him, but the needed change of look is needed. Especially now when he turned all the attention to himself.
Minutes passed, and Aether felt fresh. Sure, he was still tired from today's shenanigans, but having to wear a new outfit was revitalizing to his spirit. Even if it was just a little.
"Hey, did you sign the paper?"
Gunther descended from the stairs looking good in a new outfit. Aether wondered if it was a social call, but the look of annoyance on the enchanter's face made Aether think that was not the case. "Yep, and here's the rest of the bill as well."
The man accepted the pouched mora, surprise by the brief but quick payment. "Were you rushing or something? Nevermind, thanks for the bill. Also..."
Aether was ready to leave, but hearing that Gunther wanted to say something made him stop half-way. He perked his brow, "Uh, yeah?"
"I never got your name, kid. And it's better for me to call your name the next time you drop by."
It made Aether think, his name, if used would be well known. He doesn't know what to call himself. Aether was the name he was given at birth, and he wouldn't know any other. But he trust this man, he made a perfect suit of outfit, for disguise and use. And maybe Gunther deserves a little credit.
"My friends call me Aether. Just Aether."
"Aether it is then," the enchanter chuckled. "You are leaving right?"
Seeing Aether nod, Gunther decided to help the kid out. "There's a caravan out by the main road, just by Springvale. It usually would take them to Quingce village or the Wangshu Inn. Maybe you can start there." Gunther doesn't know what bothers the kid, but helping the guy out might come to reward him later. Plus, the guy was interesting as heck. He couldn't wait to know more. But for now, it's best to leave the kid to his worries, and let him settle it.
"Thanks, Mr. Gunther. I might return one day, considering the quality of your work, I might order another one."
"Consider it a deal, Aether."
Both men went their own separate ways, and destiny will finally play out its game.
Finding a ride to Liyue was easier than he thought, and much cheaper too. Traveling the world on foot was an experience that Aether always cherishes, no matter what world he is in. And Teyvat was no different, but recently his passion for such things slowly diminished. The war's effort and the endless conflicts made Aether prioritize some things, as wasting time on exploring and walking on foot was both inefficient and time-consuming.
Riding on horseback or traveling on a boat felt more effective, as having to rest and traverse to another was something that he was used to. Ancient ruins and old mysteries can wait, the very balance of the world's stability counted on their success was the mantra that Aether would always whisper to himself. A lie to incite his drive to save his friends and family.
Better a lie, than a hurtful truth.
The caravan was situated at the main road in front of Springvale, as Gunther claimed. He was late as the caravan started to move, but fortunately the last carriage to make the line did not move yet. Tugging the straps of his new outfit, feeling the tight form, and steadying the armor plating's curves, he readied himself for his next step. Wrapping around his newly stitched scarf, he climb aboard the carriage filled with mostly adventurers.
Seeing his prepared attire, some of the more acquainted and experienced ones made space. Others blatantly ignored his presence, but Aether doesn't mind either way. The quieter the trip, the better.
The cold winds of the night beckoned him to sleep, but he was afraid. His last "dream" wasn't exactly a nice one. As having to witness the conflict of his friends against the Goddess was distressing enough. At the very least the vision did not go into further detail, or else that morning would've been different. But he needed the sleep, or else the fatigue would eventually catch up to him. And the day was exhausting, as having to abruptly wake up early, messing his breakfast time, and fighting an army of hilichurls doesn't make anything better.
He also had to fuck up the timeline. Shit.
To be honest, Aether already fucked up the timeline the moment he awoke. How did this go wrong? Did he messed up so badly that he had to travel back ten years in the past, and pretty much ruined the chance of a good future already. The Unknown God must've been laughing her ass off. He admits, it would be funny if the situation wasn't so messed up.
He saved Jean. The only one good thing he did, and messed it up after. He ran away from both Jean and Varka of all the people in Teyvat. First impressions went well, and it didn't. Aether only hopes he did not messed up another thing. As it might come back to bite his ass soon enough.
Seeing as how comfortable the seat was, and how quiet the rest of the passengers were, he suppressed a groan before shutting his eyes. Letting the darkness consume him, and letting go of the tension he feels. Slumber was a cold embrace, but a silent one at that.
The sound of an explosion woke Aether from his sleep and made him jump out of his bed.
*KA-BOOM*
Another powerful explosion roared, the force of it rattled his teeth and shook the entire room. Aether quickly looked around and saw Amber already suited up in her Outrider armor. Her expression was different from the kind and tomboyish one she had before. Now it was serious, her brow furrowed and gold eyes glaring with the awakened soldier within her.
"What's going on," shouted Aether.
"We're under attack Traveler, look alive!"
{Alert! All crew members to battle stations! Repeat! All crew members to battle stations! Sustaining heavy cannon fire from below!}
"They can't be serious," cursed Amber, "C'mon we're heading to the loading bay!"
Aether followed Amber's orders. All throughout the ship everybody was scrambling, explosions continued to go off outside the airship. Aether knew that all that was needed was for one of those cannons to get in a lucky shot and the whole ship could go down in flames. He tried to push that unpleasant thought as far into the back of his mind as he could, instead trying to focus on where they were going. After navigating the ship's hallways, Amber and Aether made it to the loading bay. Medics and Knights were all assembled, formed by ranks as they stood at attention. The Lieutenant, a gruff and older looking man, paced back and forth slowly.
"Listen up, we have a situation! The insurrectionists have gotten hold of our anti-airship cannons, and as a result they are now firing on us with our own weapons," he said.
"How come we didn't know about those, didn't we get communication about the takeover," asked a knight.
"Communications are spotty with the ground forces, we're not entirely sure what's causing it, but suffice to say we missed the important stuff. This of course changes our mission. If the enemy has advanced that far into the streets of Fontaine then it means that the situation has only gotten worse, we have to assume that our landing site and route are compromised. We may need to turn back."
Murmurs could be heard among the troops, they had come all this way to give aid to their fellow allies and now they had to turn back?!
"I'm sorry Sir, but I think I speak for everybody here when I say that is not acceptable," argued Amber. Her eyes, Aether noticed, was much more fiery and determined than usual.
All the Knights and Medics turned to look at Amber; their Lieutenant raised a curious eyebrow.
"Pray tell, how would we go about it?"
"An Air Drop, Sir."
"'Air Drop?!"
"Yes Sir, we drop the supplies at the designated site. I and one other knight will accompany the supplies to the ground and protect it until you and others can rendezvous with us. We'll use a Source-Crystal to mark our position," explained Amber.
"You do realize that the only other trained glider user on this ship is the Honorary Knight? This is sounding like a suicide mission Outrider Amber; I can't order somebody to do this. It has to be his decision."
All eyes were on Aether now. He could feel the pressure being put on him to make a decision. Aether could tell that this plan wasn't entirely sound, the original plan had a higher chance of survival, with Amber's, plan that chance became less than a sliver. Aether then looked up to Amber, his eyes locking with hers and feeling the fierce determination rise within him. He had come all this way to prove he had what it took to be a Knight, to back out now would make everything he had done be for nothing. Aether stood at attention and saluted the Lieutenant.
"Sir, I volunteer for the suicide mission, SIR!"
Almost everybody's mouths were agape at what he said. Amber merely smiled her gratitude while the Lieutenant smirked.
"Ah, hell, the route we were going on had a 47% chance of us getting killed anyhow. Let's set'em up and roll'em out!"
"SIR, YES SIR!" The Knights shouted as one. Feeling their strong resolve come alive once more, as in recent days news of victories seemed to dwindle by the hour with their foe getting more and more stronger.
"Corporal Swift, tell the bridge we're initiating an aerial drop! Sergeant-Gunnery Thomas, get some bodies on the cannons, see if we can draw the enemy's fire! Well c'mon you apes, you wanna live forever!?"
"HOORAH!"
If every soul was scrambling before, they were hustling now. The Knights worked fast to get the supply crates fitted with parachutes while the Nightingale maneuvered swiftly to avoid any direct hits. The cannons on the starboard and port sides fired off one round after the other at the ground below, aiming at the muzzle flashes of the anti-airship cannons below. Aether and Amber were busy getting outfitted. Amber had equipped a couple of sheathes; each one housed a ten inch steel blade. Aether opted to carry his sister's blade, the Sword of Descension; he would've used the older blades as well, but was unsure if they would interfere with the Descension's enchantments.
The packages were ready; the loading door slowly opened up and revealed a night sky, lit up with the thunderous explosions of cannon ordinance. Aether and Amber stood at the edge of the platform, looking down at the besieged metropolis. The city was large, spanning hundreds of meters in each direction, easily dwarfing Mondstadt and coming in as a close second to Sneznhaya. Aether had seen pictures of Fontaine once before, and had wanted to see the city one day, but now some of it was burning, and other parts had gone pitch black. Mona was always fond of her memories here, and would always share a tale or two. Aether wouldn't know if it was fortunate for her to perish before she could witness her home burned to the ground, or unfortunate enough to not being to help save it.
"You ready Traveler?"
"Oh I'm ready, are you Amber?"
"I was born ready, how about you?!"
"I couldn't be more ready!"
There was a brief silence between them.
"We're procrastinating out of fear, aren't we," asked Amber, somehow in a moment of seriousness lost her determined look.
"Oh most definitely," agreed Aether.
Amber sighed, "Well, regardless of what happens, I'm glad to have met you, Traveler, and there's no other soul I'd rather do this with." The golden-eyed Outrider extended her hand to the young man before her. Forming a tight fist.
Aether grinned and fist bumped Amber, "Back at you, Outrider."
Both knights looked over the edge one last time to steel their nerves.
"It's a good day to die, Traveler!"
"What –!?"
"RELEASE!"
At her order the load was released, the heavy crates quickly left the airship and descended down. Both Aether and Amber dove off in pursuit of the crates. All around them explosions went off left and right. The whole time both knights kept their gliders tucked tightly against their bodies, allowing gravity to take hold of them as they angled out to align themselves with the falling supplies. Aether could feel the g-forces rack his body as they continued their dive. The city was growing closer and closer with each passing second, the cannon fire continued to burst all around them, it would only take one of those to blow him or Amber out of the sky and Aether didn't feel like getting shot down.
The two knights finally caught up with the crates, Amber looked up and then down, determining the best time to deploy the chute. It was when one of the cannon shots strayed too close did she deem it time to deploy. Aether quickly hit the button on the crate and the parachute released before them. Both knights kicked off the crate and began their flight, unfurling their glider-wings and allowing the air to help in reducing their speed. The two of them grabbed either side of the crates, holding it still and aiming the combine load to land in a roughly defensible area. The sky then gave way to towering structures of stone and mortar; there was a heat that wafted through the air, no doubt from the fires that raged unattended.
"Get ready, Traveler, this is going to be rough," warned Amber.
Aether watched as the ground approached rapidly. He braced himself the best he could while steadying his wings as straight and hard as he could. Combined, the two knights were able to make the crates stop with little jostling. Both Amber and Aether panted hard, their hearts beating fast and furiously, threatening to burst out of their chests at any moment. After taking in gulps of air, the two of them quickly looked up and watched as the Nightingale started to move away from the city.
"Well, the hard parts over, now all we need to do is –"
Amber was cut off mid-sentence by the loud gasp of Aether. She quickly looked skywards and gasped in horror. A blazing shot of cannon ordinance whizzed through the night and struck the bridge of the Nightingale. The bridge of the airship exploded, causing the balloon attached above it to ignite and further increase the explosion's magnitude. The two knights watched in dismay as the remnants of the ship cascaded down in a rain shower of fiery destruction. Aether couldn't stand up; he fell back on his haunches,his mind unable to fully process what he had just seen. The Nightingale, its crew, the brave Knights, and the Medics, all of them were gone in mere minutes after the two of them had jumped off. Aether didn't even realize that Amber had walked up next to him and placed a hand on his burdened shoulders in comfort.
"Say a prayer, Aether. A lot of our brothers and sisters didn't get the chance to."
Aether knew of death, but it was still hard to escape it. Old relatives, grandparents, pets, they all died at some point, and even some young folks like him, usually due to a bad accident, or some debilitating disease. But this, these brave souls, whom he had only known for a few hours, had so quickly and so violently been killed before his eyes. Their dreams and hopes brought to an end. Their family and friends, their lovers, they'd never get to see them again. Aether's eyes stung with tears as sadness gripped his heart, grinding his teeth and both golden eyes squint out of anger.
Aether believed mornings should've been much warmer, but since his return the days grew more colder. Or was it just him and his apathetic take on the world? He wouldn't know anymore, as the truth of the matter simply manage to slip from his existential grasp.
First, the bizarre dreams that continues to haunt his battered soul and the countless voices that torments him. Next, Aether screwed up the timeline. Severe consequences were ahead, and he was unnerved of what would come next. Paimon won't show up for another decade, and all the people he knows were different. His friends, all children.
The Nightingale...
How long was it that he had heard of that name? Three years since the Liberation of Fontaine, one of the biggest victories since the war, and the last time he was with the rest of his comrades. All alive, fighting back the darkness that threatened to hold the world. He remembered it clearly now, he and Amber were deployed to merely assist the soldiers at the front-line by landing supplies safely at a coordinated zone.
The city became a battlefield, the siege could easily dwarf the Battle of Windrise with the sheer size alone. Each corner of the street and lanes became a skirmish at every opportunity. Every building and plaza a small battleground, fighting for control. What was sad about that was the bloodshed spilled for merely a few blocks of space.
After what had happened at Windrise, Aether was heavily reluctant to continue fighting. But with the encouragement of his friends, he managed to get back up and continue fighting the war. At least to see it from the very end.
A crash and a sound of stumbling made Aether snap out of his sleepy vibe, and decided that he had enough rest. Wanting to see what occurred, Aether hopped down from the carriage he slept and walked forward the line of carriages.
The bizarre scene in front of him made Aether think twice in traveling with a caravan. It might've been best to just travel alone, but he won't take any chances. He hummed as an old man hopped down from their carriage. Apparently the owner of the broken wagon seemed used to this being a common occurrence, as his wrinkled face showed no surprise nor any annoyance.
Aether blinked as the old man pulled out a blade out of nowhere, and twisted its handle. He could easily recognize that sword, as any adventurer would. The Traveler's Handy Sword is by far the most ludicrous weapon Aether ever encountered. W-who would nonchalantly pulls out a wrench from the blade's hollowed handle, and silently fixes the carriage's broken axle.
"Can I assist you, old man?" Might as well give out a hand, Aether had his fair share of experience being a handy-man. Was a hero really supposed to clean windows and replace door handles? Being an adventurer is weird in this world.
"Oh, you shouldn't worry," the old man smiled, standing up as the broken axle was quickly fixed. "I'm more used to this type of trouble lately. Not that I don't mind, it's just refreshing to stretch your legs at times. With my age, it might get harder soon. Oh, if there were more adventurers like you!"
Aether nodded, he can agree that it was best to do things yourself if you are able. He just couldn't wrap his mind around of the many ridiculously simple things people ask for from adventurers, not that Aether didn't enjoy it. Sure, the pay was simple but giving a helping hand was his hobby. Some "Adventurers" wouldn't even bother an old man just to help, as many would prefer those with treasures and glory, rather than a simple Samaritan act of kindness for a fellow adventurer. "You got terrible luck if it happens this often."
"Not mine," the old man chuckled. "My name's Allard. Retired adventurer, just showing the ropes to my little boy here."
It was not weird for adventurers to show the young ones some tips and advice, especially when children would aspire to become adventurers. Fischl was the same, personally taught by her parents the tricks of traveling. Though, having the position of investigator was earned by her own merit, she would have never been able to handle herself on her own without her adventurer parents to show the rope.
It seems that this old man was the same, but he was worried that the old man before Aether would suddenly fall down. No matter how sturdy a person is, they would fall someday.
"Dad?"
A small voice called out from the carriage, it was young. A few rumbles and a quick clang of kitchenware dropped, a small body tumbled out of the carriage's cloth.
"This is my grandson," Allard introduces. A young kid, at the age of five. Bright green eyes, and full of life. His orbs burning with untold passion, unrivaled by any other. "This little junior adventurer is Bennett."
Somehow, he couldn't blame Venti this time. Aether's luck really suck when Bennett is around. Still, the little bundle of energy and passion seemed excited by the prospect of leaving Mondstadt. And the sight of an old friend really made Aether's current struggles serene in comparison when he nearly lost his mind in front of Jean and Varka.
"My, my, already started young, eh Little Bennett?" Aether couldn't help but tease.
"I'm not little! Just you wait mister, I'll grow strong and tall."
Maybe not tall, but brave enough to face the monster of the Abyss with a bright smile on his face. "I have no doubt about that."
The trail of carriages continued their journey forward. An hour later, in-between the canyons, Aether held conversation after conversation with little Bennett. The boy's boundless energy when it comes to the finer arts of adventuring made Aether a little exhausted. He knew how his old friend can chatter for a while, but being a kid is different. Not that Aether doesn't mind the company, but having to be stuffed with the other more ignorant adventurers made him feel annoyed.
Aether asked the old man, Allard, a favor. And Bennett happily agreed, as new company in a adventure made the boy happy. Allard couldn't easily deny such a request, as his little Bennett felt lonely recently. He heard rumors that his boy was a well-known trouble maker and with the current social skills that Bennett has with other children, coupled with the boy's terrible luck, made it not easy lately.
"Have you been to Liyue yet?"
"Yes."
"I heard the giant pillars across the lands were Rex Lapis' arsenal of weapons, is that true?"
"Sort of." Aether knew a slither of truth from the man himself, but some details were best left alone. Zhongli doesn't exactly have a good history with violence.
"Can you actually eat silk flower? I mean, it smells nice and I wish to know what the taste is."
Aether withheld a grimace, "Do you really want to test your luck, kid? I sure don't. Best not to try."
As the rest of the conversation continued, Allard felt satisfied that Bennett made a new friend. He can already feel the boy's spirit lifting up, and for a while he would not be worried. There would be a day that he would leave this world, and his only one wish is that Bennett could handle things by himself. Allard can count on the many comrades he has in the guild, plenty of them were reliable and cares for Bennett as if any uncles would. He prays that the world would be more kind to the unfortunate child, being an orphan in this world is already rough. And he doesn't wish for the child to be more lonely than already.
And maybe Bennett having a temporary friend might settle Allard's worries. For now, he is satisfied with this.
But the look of a disheartened man doing his best to humor the bright and joyful child was a stark contrast for Allard. It worried him if the poor soul was lost. Allard prayed to Barbatos to guide the discouraged man to the right path.
The familiar sight of the massive tree of the Wangshu Inn stirred intimate sensations within. As Aether saw, the top floors of the Inn was still incomplete. It seems the owners rely on the ground restaurant to financially support the construction for the inn. The sight made his stomach churn uneasily at the dark reminder of his most recent failure. Still, having a somewhat familiar sight calmed his nerves a bit.
The ride through the marsh was a quiet affair, as after passing through the stone gate little Bennett succumb to his sleepiness. Still, having to converse in a one-sided question session motivated Aether out of his silent stupor. Who knew having a small conversation with the child-like version of your old friend was therapeutic to his senses.
As the caravan stopped its tracks to take a small break from their journey, plenty of impatient adventurers left the carriages to look for something to occupy their time. Some wary ones decided to just stay put or spend a few Mora at the restaurant of the Wangshu Inn. Allard's personal carriage halted with the caravan, and Aether decided to just drop here.
"Are ya sure you want to go it alone? That's mighty brave of you, but still be careful. Rumors of hilichurl activity spiked in the last month. And plenty of old ruin guards became active in the last week. I decided to go with the caravan to Qingce Village since I'm getting at that age. I doubt I could pick up a sword myself these days."
"No worries, old man," Aether gave the old adventurer a small smile. "Us youngsters can handle ourselves fine, and a couple of hilichurls wouldn't bother me anyway."
Allard found some doubts to Aether's bold reply, but the utter confidence backed with an aura of an experienced warrior squashed those doubts. Still, the old adventurer had seen young men like him boast their strengths and capabilities, and they ended up with an apathetic toast to their name. Their small deeds forgotten in just a few drinks. Allard can tell the man was different.
"I have no say to what you choose for your path, I merely pray to the Anemo Archon of your endeavors. Farewell, young man. To the Stars and Abyss."
Aether blinked at the man's words, but was thankful nonetheless. He may need all the luck in the world, but as if Aether will pray to that drunkard of a god.
"Ad Astra Abyssoque as well, old man," Aether replied, steadying his rucksack behind him. "May fortunes of life guide you well. Especially with little Bennett in tow."
"Hey!" Bennett wanted to retort back, but the boy had a feeling it won't end well. The cute pout he gave was enough to lighten Aether's mood.
Aether laughs, "Ah, no sweat kid, you'll get there soon. Just have a little faith to yourself, okay? Who knows, maybe Lady Luck will finally give you a break or something." Not that Bennett ever needed the encouragement, but maybe he'll need the strength and inspiration from an "Adventurer" like him to overcome his tragic losses along the way.
Golden eyes subtly gaze at the aging adventurer, and Aether knew the old man's time would soon pass. He mustn't change the past much, or else it would bite him it the ass soon enough.
Silence passed between the three, though the old man was expecting Bennett to say more. The kid did, actually. "One day, I'll become a great adventurer like you!"
Aether once again blinked, once, twice, and three times before giving a humorous laugh. "I'll be waiting, kiddo. I have Great Expectations for you, and who knows, I might be hearing a ballad of the Passionate Flame of Mondstadt."
The departure was brief, as Aether wanted it. He really wouldn't like for Bennett to get close to him. That, and he really does not want the boy to be burdened by his mistakes. Best not tempt fate as well. Having to take a much easier route south, he knew of a ferry service at Yaoguang shoal that would take him straight to the harbor. Aether would actually hope that it actually exist in the past. He prayed that would be the case, and if not, then it was his loss and time spent wasted.
The fading sun gave no confidence to Aether, as having to walk all the way here hours later and still haven't found the ferry service. The broken bridge before was actually whole ten years prior. In fact, it was wide enough to actually accommodate a pair of massive wagons side-by-side. Following the beach southwards, the shoal was unfortunately empty. No services, and no one else greeted him. Just lonely trees, soaked rocks and starconch a plenty. As if he ever needed starconch.
"High quality starconch!"
A squeaky voice startled Aether's brooding, as he sees a small figure approaching him by the shore. The shock of white hair in a familiar bang-tied braid on top of her head, held by a brittle stick, and a pair of ruby eyes gave that held the brightest of joy. It had seemed that finally finding a customer at this hour was a godsend to her, as her meager wages might grow more.
With a quick and efficient pace, the little girl approached the frozen man. Aether on the other hand was at the brink of having another breakdown. He held himself firm, just as he reminded himself of Bennett's presence before, just stay calm and let the words flow. That determined drive disappeared when he saw the girl's little feet scraped with sand and blood, tearing the skin away, piece-by-piece. It did not seem to bother her, but Aether couldn't help but held his gaze away if in case the girl saw him staring.
"Good day, mister! Take a look! I've gathered these myself."
Those innocent ruby eyes unsettled his already aching soul, and Aether believes he couldn't take it any more. But he shouldered that unpleasant feeling, gives a soft smile, and replies,"I'll buy some."
"Really?!"
Aether resisted to squirm in her presence, but the attention on him was getting unnerving by the second. He noticed it now, but the dried sweat dripping from her dirtied face made him sorrowful, and Aether was reminded of Ningguang's past. In his visions, he saw that she struggled much in her younger years. But as far as Ningguang goes, she went beyond her strife in life, and pushed on farther than anyone ever did before.
To her, the lack of footwear was mere a inconvenience at best. And Aether admires that drive of success in life. Her facing hardship did not discourage her meager efforts, in fact, it only served to fuel her ambitions more.
Aether continued to reminisce as Little Ningguang did her best to sell her wares to him. "Look! I've gathered these myself. High quality and fresh off the shoals! Here, touch them yourself, mister."
He was caught off-guard as Ningguang handed over a pair of them. Not with the sudden action, but with how her hands felt. The rough callouses was unfitting for a child like her, and Aether couldn't help but feel bad. His mood was souring again, and couldn't find solace yet.
Noticing the solemn look of her customer, Ningguang could not help but give a small comforting smile. Taking one from Aether's hand, she tipped her toes and brought some effort to steadily place a starconch near the man's ear. No matter how exhausted she is, her customer's happiness goes first.
"Can you hear that, mister?" Ningguang asked, her light and small body leaning against his. It calmed him a bit, but the presence of another friend was alarming. Especially this close. "The sea calls out to those lost in thought. Just in case, as to warn them if the tide would change. It also can let you hear of the calm sensation of the open ocean."
Feeling a bit much better, he gently grabbed her hand and let them down. Heh, always so knowledgeable even at a young age. "Thanks, I needed that."
"Happy to be of assistance, mister!"
The brief look of calm and relief on the man's face made Ningguang satisfied. She had helped another person, and many more if she accomplished her dreams. Several projectiles were suddenly launched towards them, and she saw that it was nearly too late.
"Mister look out!"
Thinking fast, he rolled over and grabbed the child. Explosions thundered across the shoal, and black smoke filled the shore they were once at. Aether steadied himself, Ninguang was fine as the smart girl head straight for cover at the nearest rock form. Knowing somehow he could handle himself, Ningguang decided to let him face their foe.
The ruin guard sudden leaped from afar, and was closing in on their position. Aether pulled out his silver-coated blade, and prompt up his Anemo powers. As if a meteor crashed right before him, he felt the ground shake and rattle. The sand beneath the ruin guard exploded, giving Aether the opportune time to strike. The ruin guard was faster, as a metallic fist blasted out of the smoke and nearly skewered Aether if not for his sudden halt. He jumped backwards, giving space between them.
The ruin guard was aiming to have another swing at him, but being swift with his movements he dashed forward at the side and took a swing. The blade merely cluttered off like as if he had striked a rock. Losing his momentum and balance, the ruin guard changed its course and decided to just give a backhand. And Aether rolled through the strike, and positioned himself at the front of his foe once more. Letting not the foe of the ruin guard rest, it charged forward.
"Damn, physical damage won't work!" Aether cursed as he hopped back, avoiding the aggressive stomp of the ruin guard.
He heard a sudden gasp from Ningguang as she saw the fight between them. Her scared form clutching the top of the boulder as if to hold on from the sudden rush of adrenaline. The ride wasn't over unfortunately, as she saw the man was distracted. His golden eyes look to hers in worry.
"HEY! Get down-" he couldn't finished that sentence as the machine slammed him hard, and sent Aether flying to the nearest boulder.
"Mister...? Mister!"
In the past hour alone, the Abyss was silent as the grave.
The dry arid wind blew steadily over the dead grassy mountain range. Life struggled to survive in the deceased place, the constant harsh winds blew any storms away before they could batter away the already shattered ancient ruins, and cause the plants to scarcely recover. Trees had no leaves and the barks turned gray as they dried out. It was a wasteland in every sense of the word.
Sometimes Lumine prefer it that way, it gets rowdy when her Abyss Mages gather up her forces together. The endless howl's of the plenty of beasts of the Abyss usually haunt the valleys and deformed rock structures of the cursed land.
Even the "Overlords" of the Abyss' constant pathetic squabbles became much more hushed in the past hour, as their howling laughter of rage and dissatisfaction disappeared moments ago. Whatever earned their ire might have something to do with that. The mundane affairs of the mortal realm never concerns her, not yet anyways. The interests of the Abyssal Gods, petty and miserable as they are, would never catch her scrutiny unless it was amusing to witness herself.
It disheartened her how easy it was to forsake her own humanity, but Lumine made great efforts to reassure herself. That all the deeds and atrocities she committed were for the greater good, to finally end her war with destiny. And maybe, just maybe, she would finally go home. With her beloved brother in tow.
She still does not know what cruel fate had befallen her brother, or what kind of a harsh circumstance is he in. Lumine wanted to see, no, needed to perceive with her own eyes the devastation wrought by the vicious reality to Aether. No matter what, she'll find a way to do so.
She feels it, Lumine does not know why her soul trembled with sadness and regret. Such emotions were long gone, and yet they emerged so unexpectedly.
"My Princess, our agents from the surface returned."
One of her personal attendants, Ashfreak, would never bother her freetime. Whatever he has to say might be important, but Lumine will ignore it either way. His name wasn't exactly "Ashfreak" but she never had any talents in naming anything. Plus, she couldn't exactly call her servants Hilichurl #1 and Hilichurl #2. It would be rude, and she actually cares for her hilichurls. So, she named some of them names befitting their fears and appreciations. Anyone can guess her Hydro Mage's weakness for flames, very spot on.
Shaking off her thoughts, Lumine pointedly ignored the Abyss Mage that approached her. "Ashfreak, please refrain from disturbing me on my hour of relative peace. Would you even recognize this monumental occasion? Considering the past few hours alone was a surprise to me as well, let my agents say what they have. In the end, it would not concern me. Nothing ever has."
Her time in the Abyss changed her perspective of time, and these moments of solitude could last for days. To Lumine, mere hours passed by without a sense of struggle and worry. It actually helps her console her emotions and aching soul. Being alone for a long time can skew a person's worldview.
"I will agree, Princess, but a rogue Abyss Mage serving the Abyssal Gods managed to provoke the knights of Favonius," Ashfreak was not able show his face, but that tone of worry and anxiousness made her blink twice. An achievement of itself.
"Rogue? You mean, the 'Favored One'? Last I heard, he was gathering a small force from the local tribes from the surface. Let me guess, he didn't go far?"
Lumine wasn't surprised at the abrupt failure of an operation like that, as having her own Mages scour the ruins at the Thousand Wind temple wasn't absolutely subtle as well. It would be a matter of time until a retaliation force was sent to clear out the 'monsters' prowling the wild 'aimlessly.' Most ignorant fools think that the Abyss Order were simple minded villains. Lumine lets them think that way, as it benefits her plans in the broadest sense.
"Precisely, my Princess," Ashfreak replied. "But our agents would say otherwise."
"Oh?" This time, her curiosity peaked. "Pray tell, what have they witnessed that would garner my attention?"
Did they uncover what she was looking into for the past decade? She could hope, and at the very least be optimistic about it. If they did, then her plans would accelerate at a higher pace. Her dreams of rebellion would finally come at a climax, and her destiny merely awaits her beyond. Lumine expected to find her key of success another decade more, but was willing to bet on it.
"The Favored One expected the knights to retaliate. But another entity manage to beat them, and slaughtered the whole army himself."
Oh, wasn't that just mildly disappointing? And she actually had high hopes. But sometimes fate was a bit cruel, and Lumine should've never brought her feelings into it. But still, it was a captivating thought about the report. Something familiar tugged at her strings, a feeling that remained dormant for quite an untold amount of time.
"By... Himself? So one man wiped out an army? Not old news, but intriguing nonetheless. As much as impressive as it was, why did our agents bother so? Nothing of relevance still caught my attention-"
"The individual was strong, your Highness," gulped Ashfreak, unsure if he was willing to test her patience. "He finished off the Favored One, and freed the captives taken."
Captives? Nevermind that, her interest peaked once more, but the lingering sensation remained. "Then why bother?"
"Well, I would not know how to say this, but the individual has golden hair like yours."
The peace that roam the sight in the Abyss disappeared, and the howling winds sang in silent grief. The pressure between two beings of power differed greatly in that moment of dread. One was a star bright and with clear purpose, the other a raging swirl-like being, and a supernova ready to unleash its fury. Ashfreak was once more reminded of his pledge of loyalty, and why every weak soul and creature in the Abyss feared the uncontested Golden-Haired ruler of the Abyss.
"What?" Lumine hissed. It startled the Abyss Mage, and managed to darken the atmosphere. "What- do you mean? Explain."
Not wanting to earn her ire further, the Abyss Mage answers, "You see, my Princess, our own Abyss Mages from the surface detected a familiar source of power. They would admit the first thought came into mind was that you personally came to inspect their progress."
Lumine scoffed, as if she would even bother for a simple task. "What did our agents sense to capture their attention?"
"When one of the Mages dared to inspect closer in the battlefield, he saw a young man with golden hair like yours, and carried the blessings of Barbatos."
Anemo? A common Vision among those in the land of the wind, but her unique soul can collaborate with the natural forces of this world. As long as you ask permission, of course. Asking favors from gods were against her creed. As her power was enough to face one in open combat. Even still...
"One human contraption called a "Kamera" was used to capture the moment when the Favored One was defeated," Ashfreak pulled out a picture and handed it out to his princess. "The striking resemblance was enough to bother you, my Princess. We were curious as to why the human resonated with the natural forces of this world, and why the human's soul felt familiar to yours."
Greedily grabbing the item out of poor Ashfreak's hands, what she saw shocked and angered her. If only the Favored One was still alive... But still, the image on her hand was an undeniable fact, one she cannot ignore anymore. The image of her brother, his clothes scorched beyond recognition and a unfamiliar blade at his hand. And his injured face... All are easy to recognize. But the eyes- they were different. Cold, indifferent, and apathetic. Dull golden eyes stared down at the rotting corpse with a look of emptiness. Just like hers.
"Aether."
AUTHOR'S NOTE:
I live! Dead. Just kidding. Damn, ten-thousand words in this chapter alone was not enough for me, but I had to resist the temptation to continue. Best to keep it simple. Anyways, apologies for the late update, as I decided to take a small vacay for a week from writing. But today was like; maintenance day, so I decided to just finish this chapter whilst I await for the update to finish. Still, the progress made was enough for the first chapter.
Thanks for the reviews! Your continued support made me to aspire to catch up to you guys' expectations. Also, sorry for the awful writing on Jean's part last chapter, as I am still a inexperienced writer. I promise to do better next time. It's my philosophy to just upload my chapters after writing and briefly re-reading it to fix some mistakes, and after having the go-ahead from my beta reader. I rarely would bother re-editing or rewriting it from scratch it again after the upload. So, any mistakes would be left to shimmer until I felt not being lazy for five minutes. Or forverer.
There were those who resquested for me to write 'lenons' whatever that means. Just kidding, I know it was meant to be "lemons" but seriously? Who is Aether gonna have sex with? Twelve-year olds? No thanks. I would rather have not that on my conscience, and the FBI is already watching me from my latest scheme of stealing babies from candies. Or was it the other way around? No seriously, just wait for the future updates for me to actually implement true romance when the characters are at the right age. So I plead some of you folks to be a little patient.
I sincerely apologise for those who also rightly criticized me for my format of OC PoVs. I'm really sorry, but I have no other way of writing effectively with just one character's point of view. As a bad writer, I endeavor to write more of Aether's PoV but ending it to be a little 'meh' for me. So having other characters to fill the gaping whole of content was the only solution to my problem.
Anyway, that's all for now. Await the next chapter wisely and patiently, as Ganyu will be at the next chapter. Uncle Tian is a fuckin' simp by the way.
P.S. I wish you luck on the Xiao banner! My efforts were in vain, as my primogems took some casualties... I pray for you!