Nations knew that the famous "Traveller" was the only person who could wield all elements; that was a lie.
When you and Aether accidentally find that wield this power yourself, a certain person has an eye on you.
He would do anything to get his ha...
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When you regained consciousness, you found yourself tied to a chair in a dimly lit room. Your head throbbed, and your shoulder and back burned with pain. You tried to move but the ropes were too tight.
"Ah, you're finally awake," a voice spoke from behind you.
You turned your head to see Childe standing there, a twisted smirk on his face. Fear gripped your heart, and you tried to pull away from him, but the ropes held you firmly in place.
"Where are we?" You asked, your voice barely above a whisper.
"I am not answering that question,"
"What. Why are you doing this to me?"
"Because the person I loved the most, is always taken by the person I hate,"
Tears prickled at the corners of your eyes as you realized the severity of the situation you were in.
Childe had kidnapped you because you rejected him.
As he pulled out a knife from his back pocket, he traced it along your battered skin. He was willing to hurt you because you didn't return his feelings.
"I'm going get the ropes and let you free to roam this room,"
Childe said, his voice softening slightly.
"But you have to promise me that you won't try to run away I need you to listen to me, "
You nodded and watched as he cut the ropes that bonded on your skin. Your eyes danced around the room hoping to catch any seems of an exit, as you see one you felt his glare.
You look up and saw Childe's expression turned cold. He started to look insane. You stood up and staggered backwards and knocked the chair down.
Childe's grip tightened around the hilt of the dagger as he advanced towards you, his eyes wild with anger and frustration.
You stumbled backwards, trying to put some distance between yourself and him, but he moved quickly, closing the gap with alarming speed.
"What's wrong with you, Childe?"
You asked, your voice trembling slightly as you took another step back.
"Put down the dagger."
But Childe didn't listen. He kept advancing towards you, his lips twisted into a snarl.
