Fenghuang's Legacy || Genshin Impact Fanfic

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"Master.."

"Yes, my disciple?"

Atlas was peeling and cutting the vegetables, helping Hua making dinner,

This is one of the many memories that Atlas still remember until he's gone off to his own path,

That time, he was still in the beginnings of learning to control his power,

And that's also the time when he learned about the Fenghuang power's true nature,

"What were you talking about with my dad?"

"Do you really want to know it?"

"Well, I'm just curious about it.."

She sighed,

"It might be too early for you to know this, but I might as well tell you about it, before the worst thing happened"

She took a deep breath, "It's about you, my disciple"

"Huh? Me? What's so interesting about me?" He said looking at Hua,

"Of course, there is"

She continued, "Your power is much more unstable than I predicted"

"... Uh"

"I know that you're a bit confused, but worry not, you might understand this in the future"

"Your powers originated from me, and so does it's nature"

"Even though, you only have the half part of my power, that part is the most unstable"

"What do you mean?"

She sighed, "It seems, I have to start there as well.."

After taking another deep breath, she closed her eyes,

"Fenghuang, a legend of some hero or savior"

"But, that's just a lie, Fenghuang isn't a hero nor a savior"

"The power that could burn anything to ashes and dust, a power that can control one's consciousness"

"It is misused to do evil biddings, actions, and violence"

She opened her eyes, and looks at Atlas,

"Fenghuang isn't a blessing.."

"It's a curse, my disciple"

"Curse?"

"Yes, indeed"

"A worst one, the worst of the worst curse"

Atlas's eyes widened, "But-"

"It's not about the people who used it"

"It's the creature that's living inside them"

As she said that Atlas went silent, and looks down to see his reflection in the knife,

It's him, but it's not him,

Red blood eyes, grey-ish hair, and a black stripe on the right side of the hair, and a face that's identical to his,

That's what the reflection showed him,

The look on his face are normal at first, but the more he looks at him, the more disturbing it gets,

The neutral look on his face changed drastically to a maniacal smirk,

When he realized that the reflection no longer looked like him, he lets go of the knife, and falls down to his knees, hands gripping the chest,

It's hard to breathe, it's suffocating me