The Fallen Archon Chronicles

The Meeting

"Finally...it's over," he sighed. The Archon War was finally over, however, the aftermath of it was a rather ugly sight. The nations were now separated with each archon now ruling over each of the four nations separately. Barbatos, the archon of Anemo had decided that now since the other archons took charge and ruled their nations, now he would take charge and rule his.

During the battle his wings had been badly injured, which impaired his ability to fly, yet with the little strength he had, and new form he gained, he persevered. That bard....without him he was nothing more than a spirit of the wind...however that bard. The unknown bard had tragically passed in the Archon War, the guilt of taking the form of a deceased friend dear to him still lingered in the back of his mind.

He had taught the Archon of Anemo everything he could ever know, especially how to play the lyre. The world around him was ablaze, and everything was thrown to hell, Barbatos had decided he would not take part in this hell of a world. With his strength and newfound form, he descended up into the sky back to safety, however whilst flying among the destroyed city and rubble, he spotted a figure. "A person perhaps," he thought. Curious about what it was, Barbatos flew closer to it, finally he landed softly onto the ground and knelt down next to it.

Upon closer inspection it turned out to be....a human? How could this be, he thought in confusion pondering, as to why a mortal was here, maybe it was one of the deceased.... The more he looked at it, the more curious he became, oddly enough unlike the rest of the corpses that lie next to it, this one wasn't as pale as the other ones. He leaned near the body and put his ear near it's chest and listened closely.

*thump thump*

Barbatos gasped softly upon hearing what he heard, a heartbeat! That meant...However the area he was in was not of a safe one. So, Barbatos gently lifted the unknown person into his arms and back to safety, as he flew back to nearby shelter. Well calling it a shelter was an understatement, it was more of a half collapsed building, still it would work for now. Upon arriving at the scene, he gently laid the body on the floor and sat next to it. Their chest rose and fell, and their breathing was rather shaky almost as if they were holding on to the last strands of remains life they had. Up and down, up and down...That was how things felt at the moment, everything was happening all too quickly.

Suddenly their breathing faltered, and they stopped breathing all together...Barbatos eyes widened in shock, "No no no-" he thought, his heart dropping in panic. He quickly rushed over to the body and put his hands on it.

"This can't- you can't-"

As soon as he put his hands on the body, he immediately jerked back in shock, almost as if he was electrocuted. The body was chillingly cold, dead cold.... "Dead cold...." He froze up with shock- That word; 'dead' it felt so cruel, so repugnant... He looked at the body once more, it had finally hit him, they were dead, and there was no reversing it.

The more he looked at the mortal's lifeless body, the more he sorrow he felt. Sorrow was obviously a common emotion, but this was a different kind of sorrow, the kind that was only felt when close connections were ripped apart. "How peculiar..." he muttered solemnly, he had barely known this mortal, in fact this was the first time he had seen them, he had no connection or relation to them at all. "I must be delirious..." he tried convincing himself otherwise.

The wind was picking up, it was now time to leave, he thought looking up at the sky. As he was about to leave, he caretook out the Cecelia woven within his hair and placed it into their hands. He got up carefully and planted a kiss upon their forehead, he then turned to look at them and stroked their cheek softly, "How beautiful they looked in the moonlight..." he thought. The way the moonlight hit their face made it look like they had a large glowing heavenly halo. Heaven had a strange way of working-pray tell, how come they took souls that had yet to continue living yet, kept the souls were ready to descend to Celestia?

"May the Anemo Archon guide you." Barbatos had felt a little weird saying that considering technically he was the Anemo Archon. "May the winds guide you." He smiled slightly, pleased with that answer, that definitely was a more befitting thing to say in a situation such as this. He then wandered off silently...

"Goodbye, my Windblume."