my stupid stories for ae:cw

Things Of The Past

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The cart looked like it had been there for years. So why did you just hear it crash?

Then I looked up- There was a dragon. I'd heard of this one. It was neither Durin, nor D'valin. It was Ursa. But Ursa had been defeated years ago, at the hand of The Doctor.

How was it alive now?

You stumbled back, wind rushing all around you. You watched as leaves swirled around, and as the glowing purple mass envaloped the world around you. Then, a ghostly blueish figure in a colorful suit appeared.

You ran towards them, but only for it to disappear in a wisp of smoke. You looked around.

Only the purple mass remained. It was like it had been drawn over with black crayon. It was not real looking.

You charged at it, hoping you could at least damage it slightly. However, the dragon too, disappeared. All the swirling wind, rushing leaves, deafening sounds- All of it was gone. You were back at the gates of Mond, where The Lady had been recently spotted, by none other than yourself.

Walking through the gates, you watched on as each person gasped. One, had tears in their eyes. Another stumbled away, a drunken fear engulfing them. The last one, the last one simply watched, a bit dazed, but nonetheless staring. You could see the rage burning in their fiery red eyes, and you could almost see their hair turn a brighter red.

You walked on, making your way to The Heavens Stock. Maybe you would find him there again, but you doubted it. You only wanted your special drink- Night after noon was it called? Nah- You didn't remember. You'd probably just order a blueberry lemonade, that's all they really ever served the likes of you. Depending on the Bartender, you'd appear different, so chances weren't to be taken.

Oh, and you knew the redhead was following you. In full, you knew they'd have this reaction. The master winemaker who'd no taste for wine- Ironic, truly. You giggled to yourself. It's soo fun to mess with people, but especially fun to mess around with those who take themself too seriously, like ghosty girl or Doctor Balloon something. Seven-Seven is fun too, but they're too forgetful. You'd have to travel over to Lightning City someday, Moon and Liyue Harbor were getting boooooo~ring.

Arriving at the bar, you ordered what you came for, but quickly changed it over to a juice of sorts. Again, no chances needed to be risked. Oh, too bad.. The redhead had arrived too. You made your way to the upper floor, preparing for the collision head on.

"Who, what, and why."

You knew the answer.

You were Wyn. You were one of those who slithered. You didn't have a reason to do this, but it's not like you could control it either. At least it was fun, you guessed.

Relaying those answers was easy, but preparation for war shouldn't stop when the first bomb is dropped.

Before, the Traveler one floor below had questioned you, and they knew your funny tricks. They knew what The Master was getting into. They couldn't stop him though. Neither could the stupid drunks, the cavalry captian, nor could the sister of thorns. Of course, you would wish to not fight as your encounter with The Lady had left you quite injured, not to mention what happened with The Stutterer. Gosh, that stutterer had quite ruined your day- Some people get suspicious, but he outright attacked you out of excitement. Suspicious ones included two gods, even! Although.. The third had gotten a teeeny bit violent. You also wouldn't wish to encounter those siblings and their housekeeper, nor any of the wind-ish characters.

Of course, that was irrelevant.

You just needed to demolish this city for it to be reigned by you, your ghosts, and the things of the past.