The Dainichi Mikoshi stood there in the midst of the darkness of Enkanomiya like a solemn beacon. A lonely soldier making his final stand. Except there was no enemy here. Not one. Beyond time itself. But nobody can defeat time. One can try as they may, try as they might. But time will always find them, no matter where they may go, no matter where they may travel.
It was all just a matter of time. Whether it be seconds, minutes, hours, days, weeks, months, years. Time would make the Dainichi Mikoshi fall. After all, things that are uncared for fall apart faster and become things of the past, of bygone days. They become memories. And memories are forgotten. Because some memories don't matter anymore.
He supposed it was the same for his homeland. Destroyed 500 years ago, and only remembered by those Archons that were there. Only remembered by the people who thrived there, now turned into nothing more than lowly beasts, nothing more than chattel. Nothing more than a forgotten people.
And those beasts could not be understood, no matter how hard scholars tried. He understood them. Understood every word uttered. He spoke their language after all. He was fluent in it too. Grew up learning three languages, fluent in speaking and reading all of them. He could even write in them. He wasn't sure if it was a curse or an advantage.
The Pyro Lector remained human as he adjusted his glasses, staring up at the Dainichi Mikoshi. The tower was dark, not one beam of light to shine from the mechanism up top.
"So this is where the residents of Watatsumi Island came from?"
"Yes, yes it is Your Majesty."
Kaeya hummed as he looked around, almost frowning at the amount of Hilichurls and sleeping Field Tillers that lay scattered in this broken landscape.
"And... you say Enkanomiya lies at the very top of the Abyss?"
"It does. It is the closest to the surface we can get down here."
It almost hurt him to hear that Khaenri'ah had fallen so far below into the Abyss, had fallen so far into hell. He had looked over the translated texts that the Pryo Lector had offered him, finding so much rich history that he had never known. The first few years of his life were spent wandering in the wilderness, wandering Teyvat as his father scouted for a safe place for him to properly destroy Teyvat.
It had meant he learned each region's native tongue, at least enough to read and speak each one. Definitely not write, he had no time. But he could read and speak most of them almost fluently.
Sitting against the walls of the Dainichi Mikoshi, Kaeya leafed through the ancient texts. Records upon records of people and trading routes, traditions and holidays and myths and legends, all tucked away.
He flipped the page and stopped, staring at the page that seemed to glare at him.
Khaenri'ahn senators were killed in an accident. Field Tiller went rogue and killed them. The escort barely survived.
Field Tillers did not go rogue. Ever.
They were built to protect the Khaenri'ahns from all things. Only way to control them properly was to speak the lost speech of Khaenri'ah. Which he spoke with ease.
Glancing up, Kaeya shut the book and handed it back to the Pyro Lector who lurked nearby.
"Is everything alright, your Majesty?"
"I want to test something."
That armor shot out of his skin, wrapping around him like a lover. A sudden ache hit his heart, his desire to be with you growing strong.
"Test what?"
"If I can control the Field Tillers. If they're still here, still roaming, they ought to remember their purpose."
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King of Lies
Fanfiction(BOOK 1) Kaeya was a male of ice. He might be cold in many ways, but he was never cold with you. He was warm, friendly, and even a gentleman. As you travel across Teyvat, Kaeya's ice-cold heart begins to melt. And it has nothing to do with the Hydro...
