Y/n is an ordinary student at the akademiya. Nothing particularly interesting about them. They study History, not looking for any large break throughs in the field. They mostly stick to seeing what interesting factors happened in the past. Not looki...
ANNOUNCMENT- THIS CHAPTER IS INCREDIBLY IMPORTANT TO THE STORY, PLEASE READ AS TO NOT BE CONFUSED LATER ON.
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Y/n's POV-
Y/n walked with Tighnari back to the center of Caravan Ribat to meet with Cyno. They still had some time to kill, due to Kaveh and Alhaitham still not being back.
"I'm going to look for any extra medicinal supplies we may need, don't wonder too far you two." Tighnari warned as he walked off.
"What now?" Y/n asked crossing her arms as she leaned against a wall.
"Well, if you are hungry we could visit that food stall?" Cyno suggested.
"I mean if you're paying then yeah." Y/n smiled as she pushed herself up walked past Cyno towards the cart.
After the two got food, they searched a place to sit while waiting. "Cyno! Look, it's a story teller!" Y/n tugged on Cyno's sleeve with her free hand, dragging him over to have a seat.
"Welcome, Welcome!" The story teller beamed. "My name is Ren. Today I am telling you the story of The Goddess of The Riff. A legend lost to time." Ren continued, "Hundreds of years ago, in the time of King Deshret, lived a young goddess known as The Goddess of Riffs. While being a small and weak god compared to the great lords of her time, in her greatest strength she could yet make the ocean tides quake and rise higher than Port Ormos's tallest structure."
Obviously, over exaggerating, Ren continued to speak, "This goddess was pitied by the Hydro Archon. Though, for the wrong reasons. The Hydro Archon, Focalors, was just started a nation some decades before the Riff Goddess's birth, meaning she found the stability in her nation repetitive and dull. Looking for change, she decided she would train the young goddess under her watchful eye. The goddess powers grew, slowly but steadily. Eventually, on the Riff goddess's two hundredth birthday, the Archon finally put her plan into action."
"Focalors, sent attacks down upon her own people. This in return caused the Goddess of Riffs to revolt, with much difficulty. During one battle, Focalors was knocked down as the Goddess of Riffs was about to end the terror from her beloved Archon..."
"The younger Goddess stopped, before plunging the weapon into Focalors heart. Focalors looked up at her creation and asked, 'Why have you refrained from your final blow?' The Riff goddess simply stared down with much sympathy in her eyes and asked, 'Why have you brought such terror upon your own people? All you have created, gone to wither.'"
"The goddess, overflowed with strong emotions, in return had set large waves crashing towards the Hydro Archons nation. Noticing this, the Archon panicked. 'This was not part of the plan! Goddess of Riffs, end this now.' Focalors urged. The goddess did not answer, but wept. She wept for the Archon and her people, all she had built, and herself. Focalors rose quickly, drawing her weapon. 'Goddess of Riffs. This ends now. Say your goodbyes to your fellow Gods and Goddesses.'"
"The Archon stabbed the Goddess in the chest as she wept, 'Why Focalors? Why build me and now you resent me?' The Archon did not speak, as the murder also hurt her slightly. 'You should have known this is just one big act to me.' The Archon said as she laid the Goddess down."
"The Hydro Archon later took drops of the blood from the goddess and incased it in bottles. Scattering them across all nations. The goddess was forgotten by the people who worshiped her, and perhaps even the Hydro Archon."
A round of applause sounded after the story. "Hmm." Cyno furrowed his eyebrows.
"I think I remember my parents talk about this thing. What is it? Cyno, is something wrong?" Y/n asked confused at Cyno's facial expression.
"Nothing. But this so happens to be what we are investigating at the ruins. The lost flask of The Goddess of Riffs blood." Cyno said quietly.
"That's weird. Why would the Academiya need it?" Y/n crossed her arms.
"I'm not sure. Why now? I'm sure they have had the information for a very long time." Cyno pinched his nose.
Finally, he stood up. "Let's go meet the others. We have some information they may need to hear. I think it's time everyone knows what this mission is." Cyno said as he crossed the street, walking towards the merch's street.
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Y/n's POV--
"Cyno, we are ready to get going." Alhaitham confirmed.
"Good. Though I also have some things to tell you all." Cyno went on to explain how the Goddess of Riffs was killed by the Hydro Archon and how we are searching for the flask of blood.
"So, the main objective is to get a flask of blood, we aren't even sure exists? That about checks out." Alhaitham said annoyed.
"Why would they need the blood? Wouldn't it be gone and dried by now?" Kaveh asked.
"Not exactly, higher beings like Archons and Gods blood doesn't dry so easily if in air sealed bottles. We just have to pray to Archons that the bottle is completely sealed. Or else, this trip would have been in vain." Cyno shook his head while explaining.
"Well, we should head out. This is going to be a long walk over. This is located in the middle of an active sandstorm spot." Cyno finished his statement as he walked off. Everyone else followed.
Y/n would be lying if she didn't the little bit curious about the mission. As was everyone else...
