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The Beginning

Cale Henituse thought he was finally free after saving the Roan Empire and the world. After stepping back as the supreme commander, he finally got his slacker life. Cale lived with On, Hong and Raon in the Super Rock Villa, but the others constantly visited him, so he was nearly happy (he was happy, just in denial).

When he died of old age, he thought he could find eternal peace, but the God of Death felt the need to mess with Cale a little bit more, so they made another deal. They agreed on that Cale will be reborn and he must do everything in his power to save Teyvat and after that, he can finally rest. He really didn’t like the deal, but it was a necessary evil for his ultimate goal, his well-deserved slacker life.
When Cale opened his eyes, he cursed the God of Death. ‘My slacker life!’ he thought, crying internally. He didn’t want to be the hero again, so he planned to live a quiet life, ditching his mission. Though he knew it wasn’t really an option, but he could pretend. He just wanted a normal, quiet life where he could lazy around and nobody would nag him to do something.

When he opened his mouth to voice his thoughts loudly, the only thing that came out of his mouth was a cry. ‘I hate being a baby’ was Cale’s last coherent concept in his mind before the darkness overtook his mind and the dreams claimed him.

Over the years, he grew up as a quiet child, not making fuss or anything. He learned about Sneznaya, his nation, Morespoke, his village, he learned about the archons, about old tales of Teyvat and everything. He even started to learn weaponry because why not. Cale felt like he finally had his slacker life (not for long though). His life was good. Not the best, but decent enough. He had a lot of siblings, but he didn't mind it. Cale loved his family.

He came to the realisation that he loved taking care of things and persons alike (he knew that already but didn’t want to admit it). When his little sister Tonia was born, he felt protective of her. It was the same protectiveness he felt with Basen and Lily. Cale felt content.
But of course, nothing good can last forever.

When he was fourteen, one day, he went into the nearby woods to look for pretty stones for his sisters and mother. Cale wanted to give them presents for the trouble he caused the day before (some thought it would be a good idea to call his family a ‘family of monsters’ because of their unusual ginger hair colour and he defended his family with some colourful language too). He went deeper in the forest, though he marked the trees he came by with an old dagger he took with himself (because who knows what could happen) for easier navigation on his way back.
He saw something shiny near the river. Cale took a good look at it and managed to allocate it as ‘pretty stone’. He was about to pick up the stone when he heard a growling sound that certainly didn’t belong to Teyvat from behind. He slowly turned around and saw- what looked like wolves- a creature Cale never encountered before. They were floating and were very ugly (he faced worse things, but the difference was that he didn’t have his ancient powers now).

The wolf-like monsters looked ready to attack, so Cale or rather Ajax now, did the most logical think he could think of and started to run (‘like you could outrun a wolf’ his mind later stated).
He was panicking and cursing that damned god - that always messed with his beloved slacker life - in his mind. Ajax quickly shot a look behind himself to see if the wolves were still following him, but saw nothing.

He stopped to take a short break (he was out of breath, but who could blame him? He never liked to exercise).
After a while, the wolves were still nowhere to be seen. He went to the trees and looked for the marks he left but found nothing. Ajax, who was starting to get nervous, running from tree to tree, again found no marks.

When the realisation that he was lost set in, he felt devastated. He wanted to go home and sleep. He shouldn’t have agreed to the contract.
“God damn it!” he muttered. Ajax really didn’t like this situation at all (“My slacker life!” he cried internally). He started walking slowly towards the direction he hoped he came from, though it was hard to tell.

It was getting darker and darker so Ajax prayed for founding his way back home. The gifts he wanted to give his sisters and mother were all but forgotten by now. He wondered if his family was worried about him, or even went out to look for him. These thoughts were occupying him so much that he didn’t realise he slipped on something until his face was on the ground.
This reminded him of his ‘children’. Ajax nearly forgot about them. His previous family. He was saddened and he missed them dearly. Even a certain white radish would be good company now (no, not really).

As he wasn’t paying attention to where he was going after getting up and he didn’t see much from the darkness (‘he really should start to pay attention more, or he won’t stand a chance at getting his slacker life’ thought Ajax), before he could do much - he didn’t notice as the ground beneath him had split open - he suddenly felt his leg slip and he fell.
After falling for who knows how long he finally reached the bottom of the hole with a big splash and the last thing he saw was darkness before blacking out (he died again, didn’t he?).