Like endless of numerous sunken stories in the abyss, the Spectator lay on top of them with red finger nails scrapping every book open for her own curiosity. Her starlight eyes watched with narrowed and bathed breath. As small life was born from a small cry at the first page of the book, messy handwriting that looked like messy doodles turned over into something eloquent the further she read the story.
She read with interest like a simple girl would ogle on a romantic book. She would laugh if there were moments of laughter, cry if the main character would grief. In the middle of the darkness she would read, read, read and rea--
Suddenly it stopped.
The story halted into a blank page. A splotch of ink stopping-- a sign of an sudden end and the Spectator frowned. She grasped the edged of the paper with a solemn expression, wishing her condolence to a story ended with blood, and not a natural end as many humans did.
Then she ripped the last page off with a harsh pull, crushed it into her hand. Waiting, and staring it with calm starlight eyes.
The paper began to flicker. It started as small glow, like a firefly in the darkness, until it burst forth and a ball of light emerges from the paper. It flew from her hand, and then towards the dark sea below, looking for a sanctuary of peace and tranquility.
"They say that Celestia had used the concept of T̪̝̝̝̳̖ͨ͆ͮ͡r̡͚̮̰̚ͅu̙̯̺̫̻͈̬̠ͩ̔̍͟e͚̭ͨ͘ Ģ̘̪̪̘̮͓ͩͥͧ̄o̡̯̙̭̰̙ͬ̑d͙͓͖͊̒̓̃̕s̨͔̜͔̞ͭ as an inspiration to how they rule over Teyvat. The 'stars' symbolizes as human's fate. And in result, they became shackled by the so called fate, doomed to die because of Celestia's amusement and their disgusting whim that was 'written' in advance for them. Similar to a certain Prophecy, dooming Fontaine to drown in the Primordial waters."
She flicked her hand and the sea of stars below her burst forth, revealing millions of stars and comets under her bare bleeding feet.
"How arrogant, thinking they could control souls into whatever they see fit. Souls are meant to be free of any restraints and those so called 'Gods' would get what they deserve once their book closes and I will make them tastes hell in their next life."
"Although not being able to read one's fate causes another set of problems. I sense trouble with Furina and since fate had diverged in G͖̲ͭ͠e̗̤͎̼̪̣͒̌͊̀͠n̷̯̩͉̯ͨs̯̤ͪ̊ͩͮ͢ḩ̦̺̰̙̑̎ͅ- in Teyvat, I won't be able to guess what will happen." She materialized her couch and she plopped with an annoyed huff. "Acting like a prophet won't work. Like me, she'll ignore my warnings and head straight to trouble, how lovely."
She looked up in the abyss and smirked, she reached out with her pale hands before turning it into fist. "In that case, show me the ending that you carved on your own Furina, make Celestia regret ever trying to shackle us with their 'fate'."
"And once that part of the story ends, you'll see the T͙̝̟̰̓͐͑̄͡ṛ̗̳̥̣̃͞ͅṵ̬͊́͠t͎̝̬͔̦̤̏ͪͤ͢h͎͔͙̠̣͙͍ͤͭ̏̓͡ in everything."
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"You know, Fontaine's fonta has a similar taste with dandelion wine. Once you take a taste, you can't stop asking for more!" A man with braids said with a laugh, green eyes glimmering with glee. A bottle of fonta in hand clinked with a man's cup of tea who sighed at his old friend's carefree nature.
"Where did you get that?" His deep voice echoed along the exquisite walls of Fontaine and his eyes topaz eyes swept sharply at the movement behind him. The tingling sensation of an old power brought alarms in his head and he crossed his arms to hide his discomfort. His formal golden suit with yellow scales of silk fluttered from his fluid movements and the bard began to smile.
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Furina When The Curtain Falls
Fanfiction"The people will all be dissolved into the waters. And only the Hydro Archon will remain, weeping on her throne." Which ending would have been better? For the prophecy to be fulfilled and for Furina to weep alone? Or is it when the people all turned...
