Somewhere in a dark room merely illuminated by a desk lamp, two men talked with one another. Although y/n could only see one of the men, she could hear the age difference in their voices.
"Are you absolutely sure about this?" The older male asked the other. She recognized this man to be her father and hatred was growing at the sight of him.
"Yes, there's no doubt about it. It was her." The less mature voice answered. She couldn't discern the owner of said voice but it sounded familiar.
"I really thought that girl would avoid living on land for the rest of her life," the more mature man said with a trace of a smirk draping his lips.
"We shouldn't have been so naive, when searching the seas did nothing we should've looked on land and not assumed she was dead," the younger man said, apparently to the displeasure of the older man because a sour expression appeared on his face and he raised his hand to slap the back of his head.
"Don't talk to me that way boy," he said, venom spitting from mouth.
"I-I'm sorry, I didn't mean to offend you, Father," he said, sounding defeated.
The vision that previously wasn't complete, now showed both, y/n's father and y/n's older brother. In a dimly lit office, they discussed a topic of shame in the family, her. She who had once been the family's pride became their shame the moment she left without telling a soul. She called it an escape but they called it treason. The thought of her father was enough to induce anxiousness and anger and it was this feeling that woke her up at 5 in the morning.
Groaning out loud with her head buried in the pillows she woke up as exhausted as when she went to sleep. She felt mentally and physically drained and had no wish to be awake at this hour. She turned and turned for what felt like ages before she was roaming the quiet streets of Fontaine. The sun had only just risen and the small rays of sunshine made for a pleasant feeling along with the soft summer breeze. She was walking with no particular purpose before she saw what seemed to be an older brother and his younger sister playing by the streets. Their playfulness reminded her of her own brother and sister and she felt the sting of her heart at the thought.
She approached the two children who had stopped playing and asked if they would each like a flower. They looked at her with stars in their eyes when she conjured two small yellow flowers and bent down to give them the flowers. They both extended their hands and took the flowers with delicate motions. Y/n smiled at the sight and giggled when they thanked her profusely. She got up and dusted any dirt off of her skirt and headed towards the market. She almost ran into multiple people, being too deep in thought. Memories of her childhood she so desperately wished to keep down were flooding her mind.
The afternoons and mornings spent being drugged to sleep, the machines hooked to her head, and the restraints keeping her obediently in place. Her mother was no different, her father abused her power and used it to predict business opportunities or important events. That was how he built his fortune and how he gained everything. It was all done off of the back of his wife and daughter. Her other siblings hadn't been born with magic and thus when her mother died from exhaustion and from the torment her husband put her through, y/n had no choice but to be the focus of his torturous methods. She had always stayed because it was the only thing she had. She thought her father would love her more if she complied and let him dig into her dreams. She remembered all the words of praise that echoed in her head, always too drugged to understand he never meant any of it. However, a while after her mother died, she was old enough to comprehend that this wasn't love, it was abuse and torture. She didn't have her mother to protect from her father anymore so at the first opportunity, she left and never looked back.
Her power to see the future was connected to the earth. It was as if she was one with nature and could feel its emotions. The origin of her powers was the reason for its presence in her mind when she slept. She only realized while leaving Sumeru by boat that when she wasn't on land the visions didn't come. Her nights were finally peaceful and quiet. She didn't have a connection with the earth in the sea, so she decided to join a boat crew. They were a real family and always made sure to make her comfortable. She wasn't used to being around a lot of other people but they made her realize that she was allowed to create bonds with people. It was okay. They taught her everything a young woman needed to know about life and she was immensely grateful for them.
One of the few times the crew had to stop by a port and stay there for the night, she had a few visions. Nothing of any significance except one. It wasn't clear what was going on but one thing was sure, she was drowning. She was desperately grasping for air but the waves were throwing her further down the ocean. The struggle seemed worthless, it felt as if her fate had already been decided. She could almost feel the oxygen being drained from her lungs as she gasped to wake up from her sleep. Panting heavily and grasping the sheets tightly under her fingers, tears formed in her widened eyes. She couldn't believe what she had seen, but she knew that her visions weren't false. They were always right, one way or another.
It was as if her fairytale ending had been ripped away from her grasp and the earth was punishing her for running away from the gift it had given her. If the gods called this a gift she couldn't help but only see it as a curse. She had to leave the crew behind and settle in Fontaine if she didn't want to throw herself at a certain death. She told herself staying in Fontaine would only be temporary but she ended up getting accustomed to the surroundings, food, and people. She quite liked it here.
She landed a job as a bartender at a famous pub and enjoyed conversing with regulars and travelers from afar. It always made for entertaining tales, from regular town gossip to recollections of epic fights. She almost felt like she belonged here but nothing was ever perfect. Visions filled her sleep and she often missed those dark and quiet nights. The vision of her drowning often played back among the multitude of her visions and it was always such a pleasant sight to see herself on the verge of death.
The rest of her day was pretty bland before she went back home to get herself ready for work. The pub was buzzing with customers and she was desperate for her bed the moment her shift ended. There had been an increase in the amount of visitors in Fontaine lately. Even a customer had pointed out that it must've been good business for us to have so many tourists in Fontaine. The owner must've been thrilled but she was ready to be home.
She even noticed that at night, lit by lampshades people strolled down the streets as if the sun was still out. That was why, when she noticed a faint presence following her she didn't pay it any mind. She dismissed it, too tired to even think that someone could wish something bad upon her. She hurried her steps already feeling her body falling asleep and was home in no time. She could worry about stalkers tomorrow when she was well-rested.
A/N: AGHHHDJAJJAJAJA!!!! Me right now because I'm as tired as Y/N, and also sick and injured. 😓😓😓 This chapter is a bit shorter and still laying out the base of the story but don't worry everyone OUR REAL FATHER IS COMING 🙏🙏🙏
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The theory of flowers
FanfictionThis is the story of a girl desperately trying to live, despite the knowledge of her imminent death. Along the way, she meets a woman who may be powerful enough to help her break free from the shackles of her past, present, and future. Arlecchino x...
