The sun was starting to rise from the horizon, glimmers of red and orange coloring the morning sky.

On the very edge of Cape Oath clift were two figures, the hoods from their capes were down, revealing one with flaming red hair and the other with blue colored hair. The red haired held on for dear life onto the hand of the blue haired, who was hanging over the precipice, while his other hand held onto what he prayed was a stable rock slab rooted in the ground. The wind from the nation of Anemo blew gently, serving as a refresher to those who may be working on the fields, but to those in the current situation, it was the opposite. It swayed the hanging figure, revealing an attire consisting of black and different shades of blue, the most noticeable details consisting of blue roses on the ends of the clothing and one just above their chest. It showed a clearly feminine figure. Her extensively long hair flowed with the wind, that if it were to stop, it would reach below her knees. Her mauve colored eyes with star pupils gazed back to red ones pensively, as if though she didn't worry about her precarious situation.

"Let me go."

"NO!"

It was a male voice who shouted back, grinding his teeth as he mustered strength to keep holding onto the girl. He was sweating, his clothing serving no good for it was completely covered in black with fur, caked with grime. His hair was tousled, long gone the ribbon that held it into a ponytail. His forehead was creased, many thoughts swirling in his mind with the current and past predicaments they have found themselves in. He groaned, his arms becoming tired after so much physical stress.

"It's all right, Lucien." The calm voice of the girl echoed in his ears, which he didn't like at all, wanting to resort, but feeling as if doing so would zap away whatever strength he had left. He tried ignoring her request, but he couldn't. "We are against time. Let me go."

"NO!"

He felt his strength go away, along with his hand which held the stone slab. His body instinctively materialized his sword, grabbing the handle and stabbing it into the grass as much as he could. His body leaned forward when he lost his grip, but the momentum of his summoning his word and stabbing it down caused his body to jump back, which in turn dragged up the girl a little. Feeling her body being slightly lifted, she pushed her booted leg to a stone sticking out of the clift, frost gathering around her feet along with strength coming forth and taking the last possible chance of actually surviving.

Both stumbled onto the ground, specks of earth fluttering as a soft gale of wind passed by, while they gasped for air. Exhaustion threatened to overcome both their mind and body, the hell they and the others have gone through to reach this point again was excruciatingly taxing.

"Can⸺can you… stand?" Lucien wheezed, lifting his tired arm but it gave away, slamming it down on the ground while also trying to not let sleep overcome him. He shifted his head to catch a glimpse of her face, but it was hard due to her long blue hair covering most of it, having become even more matted. A small grunt was his reply, seeing her rolling to the side and then to her stomach, another grunt leaving her lips. Her tresses cascaded to the ground, mimicking a veil of water hiding something precious.

"We have to move on…" she coughed, summoning whatever strength she had, if any, to stand up and walk. She staggered slightly, trying to regain her balance.

Lucien followed, but would fall back onto the ground, his entire body begging him to just rest, but his mind screamed the opposite, for there was so much at stake.

"...Caelum and Galena."

The boy froze, his head snapping instantly to meet her eyes. His brain snapped into overdrive and looked around, finally taking note of the other two missing companions who were to arrive with them. He nearly wanted to cry, for no matter where he looked, he couldn't find them. "Where…"

"Stormbearer Point."

"What?" Lucien asked, his mind going crazy. He wanted her to elaborate, but was stopped upon her extending a hand towards him, all calloused and scraped, to help him up. He grabbed hers with his own calloused hand ignoring the fact that there were dried splashes of crimson red stained on them. She tugged him up and held onto him until he managed to ground himself, which took a while, once again his body begging to rest. He had to use his other hand to cover his mouth as nausea came, not wanting to throw up whatever food he had managed to find and eat. He closed his eyes, thinking of all the reasons to keep it down and not going to waste. 'I can't let their sacrifice go to waste,' he thought, and eyes threatened to spill tears, thinking of her, 'I have to be strong, get strength…. I have to find the other two! Wherever they may be in Mondtstadt, and warn everyone of that! No matter the cost!' He inhaled and exhaled, calming down his mind and pushing away his exhaustion. Managing to do so, he looked up, and came to face with the mauve colored eyes of the girl⸺ 'It feels wrong to address her as just girl.'

"Eira, right?" He whispered, praying that he had gotten her name right. For the limited time they have known each other, he concluded two things about her.

One, she wasn't very talkative, merely nodding or saying a word or two in most cases. Though, this case was clearly more than two words. She would stand to the side, away from mostly everyone, and speak when required. This confused him, as she was the opposite of him mannerism wise, but physically, they were identical, which led him to deduce his second conclusion. Her eyes. More correctly, her pupils. They were diamond-shaped, and those who had such pupils meant one thing. They were Khaenri'ahn. Those who were from or had Khaenri'ahn blood in them meant one thing, and that was⸺

"They must be alright, or else we would have known from this far if something was amiss with them."

She was breaking her one to two word replies.

He nodded, understanding what she meant by knowing if something had occurred to them. 'Galena and Caelum are special…. And if something occurred, then…' This calmed him down a little, knowing well that at least they were okay. 'However, I don't want to leave them alone. Even though they are different from me and ⸺' He paused, trying to stop thinking. "As much as I don't want to leave them on their own, trying to get to them would delay us for a day, which we more than likely don't have. We must head to Mondstadt."

Eira, as she was called, nodded and took the initiative on leading the way, Lucien following suit.

Cryo and Anemo trekked to the city of Freedom, needing to let them know of what was to come before it was too late. They would persevere, no matter how battered they were. They had to, just as everyone else.

Even though there have been no terrible storms due to the divine protection of Barbados, Vind still held a personal duty of watching for potential storms at Stormbreaker Point. The moment she chose to become a nun for the Church of Favonius, to serve Lord Barbados, and follow her family's footsteps, she knew she had an important duty, even if others diminished it. Day and night she would stand before the precipice edge, looking for a potentially bad storm that may harm her beloved homeland, in order to warn her country's people. It was something she held firm to herself, a vow she had made to the divine.

Today was to be another day, looking out and seeing if there were to be any terrible storms coming to Mondstadt, but what she didn't expect was for two bright orbs to land meters away from her. She was hesitant at first to approach, but after the glow began to dissipate, she took notice that whatever it was, it wasn't dangerous. With a small prayer to Barbados, she approached, taking in the forms of whatever was enveloped in the light. She gasped, covering her mouth, and her eyes widening.

Before her were two children, both covered in grime and teared clothing. While she herself couldn't see much of their facial features, she did note that one of the children had extremely pale blonde hair and wore a slightly tattered white with different shades of green dress, clenched to the other child, who was much smaller and had extremely dark blue hair, which was longer than their own body, who even acted as a better cover than the ragged plain old gray shirt that went just above their knees. She wished that was the only thing she had noticed about them, but her hands once again went to her mouth, trying to prevent a cry from escaping her lips as she took upon the worse for wear state of the smaller child. Bandages either loosely or tightened around their legs, the loosened parts revealing red scars and even, she prayed she was wrong, what seemed to be healing flesh cut out. For worst, it was the dirtied, cold, steel chains wrapped around their neck and left foot, lines of red somewhat visible.

She knelt down, clasped her hands together, closed her eyes, and prayed to Barbados, as tears slid down her cheeks.