𝑀𝓎 𝒮𝑜𝓁𝒶𝒸𝑒 | Xiao x Yaksha Reader

↠ 𝒯𝒽𝑒 𝓈𝒾𝓍𝓉𝒽

Bosacius, Indarias, Bonanus, Menogias and Alatus were considered the foremost Yakshas for their strength and capability. While they were revered by mortals and immortalized in tales of valor and sacrifice, one name remained shrouded in obscurity, its memory fading like a whisper carried away by the wind.

The world had forgotten about the sixth Yaksha - a figure whose name had been erased from the annals of history, consigned to the forgotten depths of oblivion. Yet, amidst the ruins of the entrance to Khaenri'ah, where echoes of a bygone era lingered in the air, a lone figure trapped in ice stirred.

A blonde boy approaches the towering mass of ice with cautious steps. His gaze fixates on a mysterious figure trapped within the frozen depths. A sense of awe washes over him as he witnesses the faint, ethereal glow emanating from the icy prison, its brilliance piercing through the cold darkness like a beacon of power.

The sight before him defied logic—this was not Snezhnaya, nor was it Dragonspine, where one might expect to find such icy landscapes. How, then, had this frozen prison come to be? And why had it not melted despite the passage of time?

Despite the whirlwind of questions churning through his mind, one question burned brighter than all the rest:

"Paimon, why is there a person trapped in the ice? Who is that?" He asked his companion.

The boy couldn't help but marvel at the sight before him. It was evident that the girl had been mid-fight before she became encased in ice, her stance poised and her expression resolute. The glow emanating from her eyes, hands and sword indicated that she was the source of the powerful energy that now surrounded her.

"I'm not sure, traveler! But she has a mask on her just like Xiao's!" Paimon pointed out to the broken mask, frozen just inches away from the mysterious girl.

It was unmistakably similar to Xiao's mask, the signature visage of the vigilant Yaksha known as the "Conqueror of demons".

"Maybe Xiao knows her?" Paimon's words hung in the air, echoing the traveler's own thoughts.

"You're right, maybe we should ask Xiao about her." The traveler nodded.

"But first, we need to get her out of the ice... let me see..." The traveler gently rested his hands on the frozen structure, inadvertently causing it to begin fracturing upon contact.

But soon, those cracks begin to grow larger and larger, and the very foundation started to rumble.

The cracks spidered across the ice, a sound like distant thunder reverberating through the cave. The traveler took a step back, eyes widening as the massive structure began to fracture at an alarming rate. Shards of ice, sharp as daggers, rained down, forcing him to raise his arm to shield his face.

"Traveler! We should—" Paimon's warning was cut off by a deafening crack. The frozen prison shattered in an explosion of icy fragments, sending a powerful gust of wind swirling around the cavern.

As the frost cleared, the figure once trapped within the ice began to move. Her form was obscured by the remnants of frost that clung to her, but it was clear that she was a warrior—a formidable one. She stood tall, a cloak billowing behind her, her eyes glowing with an intense, unearthly light. Her sword—long, jagged, and radiant with the same ethereal energy—glimmered dangerously as she gripped it with a warrior's precision.

For a moment, the traveler stood still, mesmerized by her presence. There was something hauntingly familiar about her stance, as if the weight of millennia clung to her every movement.

Without warning, she snapped—fixing on the traveler with a gaze as cold and unforgiving as the ice that once imprisoned her.

"Look out!" Paimon screamed, but it was too late.