Fey: Masked Blade Huntress

Chapter 4: A Fiery Clash: Defiance Against the Fatui

Author~chan: Last upload spree until the regular scheduled :)

In the serene campsite nestled amidst the lush wilderness, Fey stood by a crackling fire, the dancing flames casting an enchanting glow upon her determined face. A pot hung above the fire, radiating a tempting aroma that mingled with the gentle breeze. With practised grace, Fey carefully added the delicate lotus seeds into the simmering broth, their pale petals unfurling to reveal their hidden treasures. Each seed carried a story of resilience, much like Fey herself. She watched them float in the fragrant liquid, imbuing it with their subtle essence. Beside the pot, a basket held an assortment of bird eggs. Fey delicately cracked the eggs, their shells giving way to reveal their golden yolks. As they flowed into the pot, they transformed the soup, infusing it with a rich creaminess that promised comfort and nourishment. With the soup gently simmering, Fey's hands moved with practised elegance as she stirred the concoction, ensuring that every ingredient blended harmoniously. Her eyes sparkled with a mixture of determination and tender care, a reflection of her unwavering spirit and her compassion for those she protected. As the aroma of the Lotus Seed and Bird Egg Soup enveloped the campsite, its alluring scent reached the surrounding trees, inviting curious creatures to catch a whiff. It was a humble dish, born of simple ingredients, yet it carried the weight of Fey's journey, the pain of her past, and the hope of a brighter future. In this tranquil moment, Fey found relief in the act of nourishing both body and soul.

Without Fey's knowledge, a cunning Fatui agent had been silently observing their campsite from the shadows, a glint of malicious intent in their eyes. Spotting Fey's campfire, the agent recognized them as unauthorized individuals encroaching upon their claimed territory. Eager to assert the Fatui's authority and make an example of them, the agent decided to strike, waiting patiently for the perfect opportunity. Just as Fey finished preparing the nourishing soup and turned to join Teucer, a sense of unease tingled in the air. In that moment Teucer glanced over Fey to see if lunch was ready. Cloaked in stealth, they lunged from Fey's blind spot, aiming to catch her off guard.

"Caught unaware, aren't you? The Fatui strikes when least expected!" the agent taunted, confident in their superiority.

"Sis Fey! Behind you!" Teucer's panicked voice filled the air, his concern for his sister overriding his fear.

Startled, Fey instinctively spun around, her eyes widening in realization as she faced the imminent threat. Without a moment's hesitation, Fey drew her weapon, ready for battle. The figure emerged from the shadows, a sinister smile playing on their lips. Fey's heart raced as she assessed the situation. She couldn't afford to lose focus; Teucer's safety depended on her swift action. With a deep breath, she steadied herself, her determination shining through her eyes.

"It's too late for warnings. Your intrusion ends now! Submit to the might of the Fatui!" the attacker snarled, lunging forward with a swift strike.

"We won't submit to any unjust authority!" Fey's voice rang out, her words infused with unwavering resolve as she deftly blocked the attacker's strike.

"Stay strong, sis Fey!" Teucer encouraged Fey.

"You dare challenge the might of the Fatui? Prepare to be crushed!" the attacker spoke aggressively.

"I won't falter. I'll bring your twisted organization down and make sure no other village suffers like mine did!" Fey was determined to kill the attacker who had a connection to the Fatui.

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A determined individual stood in the bustling streets of Liyue, his eyes scanning the crowd with a mix of determination and worry. Hours had passed since he had last heard from his younger brother, Teucer. Despite his efforts in chasing leads and scouring every corner of Teyvat, he had found no traces. Feeling a sense of frustration and desperation, they leaned against a nearby wall, lost in their thoughts. Just as they were about to resign themselves to another dead end, a familiar emblem caught their eye. The Adventurers Guild had posted a notice on their bulletin board, seeking information on a lost child who bore an uncanny resemblance to themself. Their heart skipped a beat as they read the details. A young boy with pale, freckled skin, blue eyes, and orange hair. The physical similarities were too striking to ignore. Could it be... Teucer?