Leave me...Save me...Please....Save me from this hell....
As the girl acquired the Anemo element, she walks with the creature, who keeps on talking.
"Mondstat is the city of freedom and wind! Gods in Teyvat are called Archons, and they hand out visions. And also, Archons rule over their cities. So, the Archon Barbatoes, rules over Mondstat. I'm sure that they'll have some knowledge of your bro-"
"Woah! Is that a dragon?!" The creature exclaims. The girl lifts her head hastily. A blue to cyan dragon was actually flying, and followed it hurriedly. The creature followed. She hid behind a tree, popping her head out.
A 'boy' with a green cape, hat and blue braids, was holding his hands up high, cupping them. The dragon leaned in closer, its growling softening. It's eyes were radiating Anemo energy.
"It's okay now...I'm here.." The boy said. The girls Anemo energy acted up, and as the dragon felt this, it screamed and took off.
"Who's there?!" The boy asked. When he saw nobody, he turned into dandelion seeds, and flew along the wind.
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This time, the dream was different. She was still in the abyss, with her counterpart, but her creator was acting like she used to. She took the gods hands and looked at them.
"Your abyssal corruption is getting worse. Asmoday, stop hurting yourself."
"I'm trying to avoid the consequences, but you're always on my mind, and I can't focus or try to reduce it. I don't know now what to do with life, since I'm trapped in a birds cage, like a wild animal, being used for a circus. "
"I'll come back. And..i'll try to heal you. You'll be free."
"But when?! When is this promise finally going to show itself?! I'm sick and tired. I just want now to turn into an abyssal monster. "
"...Do not worry. When the end of time comes, I'lbalcony. l return to power. I'm not sure when it will come, but, I'll call the Shades to release you and take him down."
She woke up. Tears wet her face. She looked out her barred window only to realize it was nighttime. She wipes them away with her arms, and hurries silently ti the hall with the statue. it's now got a claw mark. The god's face is now blank. Why didn't she think of leaving before he took her down, like the Shade of death? Is there any way to leave? Ask for help?
The god shadowed her eyes, and leaned in front of the railings of the hallway. The angel choirs' songs were faintly heard, as the doves were singing. She just simply watched and wondered when she could be free.
Suddenly, a seam in the sky unraveled like ancient parchment, its edges laced with violet static and eroded gold. The sound was neither thunder nor whisper, just Asmoday's breath caught in her throat.
It swallowed her whole and warped through a dozen of universes, her gaze catching the reflection of the stars in her eyes. Time buckled, gravity bent, and with a ripple of reality-melting distortion, her form blurred.
And where her feet felt the marble beneath her feet, was replaced entirely by soft moss.
Her feet landed softly, not with grace, but with weight. Thorns and dew replaced divine stone. Wind brushed through her hair, no longer cool and sterile like Celestia's breeze, but warm, earthy, alive.
She stood in a dense forest, cloaked in moss and vines. A small waterfall trickled nearby, not grand, but persistent. It sang a song far older than prayers. Ferns bent under her presence. Birds cooed while flying.
Asmoday blinked, and gaped. This space...was created inside a cube of her own creation. Her fingers flexed against the mossy bark of a tree she couldn't name. Her expression cracked, and confusion bloomed into alarm. Why was she summoned here? What would her new master think?
A subtle shift—barely perceptible. Foliage rustled not with wind, but with awe. Asmoday froze. Her gaze flicked toward the underbrush where moonlight refused to land. There, nestled between fern and shadow, something observed. It had a familiar aura that Asmoday hasn't felt in a long time.
Hidden among the thick vines, they was formless and felt, not seen. Their presence bled like ink through parchment, subtle but undeniable. Each vine that grazed their silhouette tangled slightly out of sync with the wind, as if time around her warped just enough to draw breath from memory.
"Asmoday?..."
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Fanfiction"Outlanders, your journey ends here." But where has the journey even started? As we unravel the twins originals, we can go to see the Unknown Gods. The person who she is hiding behind that face, is unknown to the majority of the audience. Only one...
