Anime Scenarios

~ Genshin Impact - This Dragon Of Old - Zhongli

Strolling along the quiet halls of a museum calmed my heart right away. It was painted in a soft creamy white and it had tall ceilings that made me crane my neck to look up as ancient artifacts were held on display. I paused to admire it all, wondering where all these mysterious forms of treasures come from. Each of these items have a story of it's own and it would most likely take me half of my life to study them all thoroughly. Such a shame that great artifacts such as these are now aged and faded across the centuries. I somehow wished to take pictures of them but cameras aren't exactly allowed in here. I took my time walking down the large halls and wide corridors, reading the small texts of every item. There were also many guards patrolling the museum, as well as small security cameras being installed in every exit, hallway and entrances. This place sure is important, huh? 

I then passed by another arched doorway that led to an empty room. Strange, what is this place? There's nothing here except this big painting. As I got closer, I began to gasp at how beautiful it was. What's this all about? Why isn't there a small box with words on it for people to read? Could this be an artifact that had just been discovered then? I looked up at the painting that depicted something like a war, with huge monsters and deities flying around. It was old alright but something tugged at the back of my mind, as if it was trying to tell me an unspoken story. These people in the picture and the creatures here....who painted them? I have no idea at all. Maybe the university lecturers that I'm currently studying in might know a thing or two about this strange picture. I took down some notes on my phone before moving on deeper into the museum. Just then, I walked passed a tall man in a dark suit that also approached the painting. His overwhelming presence made me turn to look back at him as he stood in front of the picture, his expression unreadable. Does he know anything about the picture? He looks like he does but I can't know for sure. He's just a visitor too, like me. I then turned and walked away.  

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The next day at my university campus after class, I had planned a private talk with my lecturer just as everyone else had left. He was old and had been studying history all his life. He was incredibly enthusiastic about the subject so maybe this time, I'll take the opportunity to ask him about the mysterious painting. 

"So you're asking me about the museum's recent discovery?" He answered. "That picture is called 'The Archon War' and it was painted by someone a long, long time ago. I can't know for sure who it was but that was a story of ancient times when gods and monsters once ruled, where magic flowed like the streams of river. "

"How do you know, professor?" I asked. "What does archon mean? Does the painting have a story behind it? Perhaps I can read it and find out more."

The old professor laughed. "Oh kid, that story can never be found anywhere in the libraries now. It's so old that almost nobody knows about it at all, that is why the museum does not have a story text beside it. If you are looking for information about it then I'm afraid it's going to be impossible to search it now." 

I sighed, "Is it really that strange? What a shame, it really intrigued me. But what about....?" I was about to ask my professor if he knew the man I saw yesterday, with long hair and shining golden eyes but I doubt it would mean anything. He might just be a random stranger that made me turn to look back. Groaning, I turned to leave the lecture hall. If I could just try digging a little, maybe I can gather some hints here and there that might work. 

That night in my room, I searched and searched. I looked everywhere, online and in local libraries that I visited before going home in defeat but true enough, there was nothing. Man, my professor wasn't kidding when he said that the story about the painting is super ancient now. It seems that nobody was even bothered to look for anything else regarding this. It's like a hidden treasure, waiting to be discovered. I leaned back against my chair. That man......who could he be, I wonder? Will he still be at the museum tomorrow if I visit it again? What are the odds, though.