Crack In The Sky

『 Freedom Awaits 』

The ship ride to this new land left them seasick and blurry-eyed, but the feeling of being picked up let them know they had finally reached land.

The box they were inside of was gently placed down, and Y/n heard the Sneznahyan workers switch languages to speak to themselves.

It was times like these where they wish they could understand other languages, but there was nothing they could do to change that right now.

They waited until the footsteps were far away from their box before lifting their hands up, allowing the light of the outside world to come inside.

The sight was familiar, thanks to the things Ren told them. The stone walls were almost inviting, and the stone statue of the Ameno Archon could be seen beyond buildings and banners.

Y/n could almost swear the statue was watching them, although the being made no movement. Its closed eyes almost shined with being open, and its hands almost seemed inviting.

In their amazement at Mondstadt, they didn't notice the box being tilted slowly.

Faster than they noticed, they fell out of the box and landed on the rough stone pathways.

The wine bottles that had accompanied them on their journey fell out of the box too, but the bottle remained full and undamaged.

"Told you there was a stowaway, Boss!" The muscular man that pushed the box looked at the masked man near the wall.

The masked man hummed, "What nation is that box from?"

"Inazuma."

"So we can't bring them back," Y/n stood up while the man smiled,"Get them."

They threw a purple of purple electricity at the big man, before holding their bag close and beginning to run up the stairs.

The big man yelled what seemed to be a curse, but Y/n didn't pay attention.

They hurried along the stairs, looking around for a place to hide.

Their eyes noticed the statue, and they knew what they had to do.

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"How did they even get up there..?"

Y/n watched the Knights of Favonius pace around the base of the statue.

They held their bag close, being sure to stay on the fingers of the statue.

How did they get up here? They didn't know. It was a situation they'd figure out later.

"Excuse me? Small child?"

A sweeter, almost honey-like voice got their attention, and they looked over the edge of the hands.

Standing below was another member of the Knights of Favonius- or what Y/n guessed was another member.

Unlike the other knights theyd seen earlier, such as the purple-dressed librarian or the blonde pony-tailed leader, this knight seemed more elegant, per say.

They seemed to be a teenager, most likely around 16 or 17 from how tall they were. They had short, almost messily cut hair, and olive green eyes that held nothing but compassion.

Their outfit seemed to be almost of knightly ways, with metal kneepads and gloves, but the skirt, bow, and roses said otherwise.