Something on Anemos for swo87!
For the longest time the high-seers had proclaimed that Alchemy would return to the world of Weyard. They had known before the seal, they had known before they proclaimed to flee to the heavens, and they continued to tell all of the Anemos remaining that Alchemy would one day return, and so would they, to the world below that they so often dreamed of.
They had not known that a messenger would be needed. A child. The vision came to them as unexpectedly as a bolt of lightning on a clear night. They saw the blonde meteor who would grow to be a hero, a hero of wind and electricity so akin to their own.
They waited years, for the right child to be born. They surveyed and studied every couple and birth in the once grand city of the skies. No one knew of course, the populace was ignorant of what the seers knew. They would never agree to the study of their private lives, of their powers and their children.
Then the day came.
The seers wordlessly poured into the midwifing chambers with their royal guard. The attendants were all forced out of the room, leaving only the stunned and crying parents of the Anemos' hero, cradled in their arms, with the seers blankly staring at them.
They did not explain. They did not console. They did not offer any words. The royal guard already knew of their mission, and once the room was empty they carried out their orders. They restrained the father easily, who kicked and fought back against the armoured knights. The mother, try as she might, could put up no struggle from her recent ordeal. The child was snatched from her arms and taken from the room.
The guards dropped the parents and filed out orderly after the seers. Screams and cries followed them as they marched, followed by frantic footsteps of the blonde mother. She had struggled from her bed and chased them down, her bright green eyes doing their best to find reason or humanity within the eyes of the warriors or the seers.
None met her gaze.
She was pushed back and not aside.
"Please no!", "Not my daughter!", "Give her back please!", "Why are you taking her!?", "That's my little girl!", "You cannot just take her!", these were the screams that echoed through the ears of each and every one of the Anemos who had helped take the crying child from their mother.
"Give me back my daughter, you bastards!", "How dare you take her!?", "That is our little girl!", "I'll kill you all to get her back!", these were the father's roars, his sorrow still fresh in every mind.
Their screams eventually became muffled cries as they were sealed out of the seers' temple. The child's fresh wails reverberated off of every gilded wall, wanting the warm embrace of its loving family once more.
The seers were silent through it all, as ever. They imbued the child with protective Psynergies, and, with no more than a flick of their collective wrists, sent the child plummeting toward the world below, waiting for the day she would herald their return.
Yeah, I decided to take the Sheba route with Anemos. Where else would I go with it though, in all fairness?
Personal headcnanon that sheba's departure was anything but willing for her family.
I was gonna do where the parents knew and they accepted her fate, and watched over her, but this seemed more heart-breaking and cruel to inflict on you readers. Oh me.
Was also gonna do a post thing where the Anemos return, but nah.
Pretty much would have been: "The city fell from the sky. Sheba watched in both horror and hope. (She eventually finds family amongst throngs of others somehow) Teary reunion.