Unleashed || Childe x Reader

bonus chapter.

"Don't worry, (Y/N)," Morax said, keeping his hand on her head. His voice was soft, the way he pronounced her name an angelic sound to her ears. She reached for his hand; it had been merely an hour since she had discovered her dead mother. Morax had taken her under his wing.

His long, slender fingers met her small ones, smiling as she squeezed his palm. She was shivering, unable to walk properly without support. Her eyes were wide with fear, with hurt. She clung to his side, disliking the fact that he was bringing her to meet the Yaksha and his friends.

Morax could tell that she was traumatised. Who wouldn't be? Your slain mother, bleeding in front of you, a clear sign of your future as an orphan, a motherless life. He could not abandon such a child. He would be cruel. Too cruel.

It reminded him of the time he had saved Alatus. He had taken the name Xiao, a new identity to remove the marks of his trauma and past experiences. Memories were a precious thing, and yet he sought to remove it.

Morax figured that the two would get along. They were similar in age, in experience, in trauma. They could comfort each other, long after he was gone, long after the war. A true friendship, an unbreakable bond to convince them that despite their disparities, life does offer joy.

However, their connection was not instant.

As Morax brought the young girl to the rest of the group, (Y/N) refused to move from his side. Her small hand clutched one of his long fingers, cautious of the new faces. The Yakshas offered small smiles and welcomed here with soft tones, one of them kneeling down to reduce the distance. Guizhong smiled lovingly at her.

Alatus was not amused. He was not pleased to see the sight of another child. He was much older, He looked up to Morax too, especially after he was saved. The way she clung onto him did not sit right with him. He wanted to take her away, put her back where she was found.

(Y/N) noticed his gaze. Their eyes met, a clash of ferocity and unease. He wasn't scary. The other entities here were tall, mean, had sharp gazes that suggested they could tear you open with one slash. He was small, lacking intimidating height, and must have been the youngest. He must've been a lost cause as well, saved by the man next to her. He was glaring at her, as if she didn't deserve the same chance and sanctuary he had. To refute the concept, she poked her tongue at him.

He was slightly surprised by her audacity. She had just arrived, and was already making an enemy out of him? If Alatus could've, he would've unsheathed his weapon and killed here there. However, he harboured too much respect for the man who brought her here, and would not murder her in front of him. He had the opportunity to strike at nightfall.

The next day, Morax began their joint training. Xiao was obviously opposed to it. His training had started years ago, when he was saved. He needed it due to his desire to support Morax during the war. He had grown immensely, learnt how to manoeuvre his emotions. He channeled his anger, the trauma, the untouchable pain into wrath. Each opponent he faced was shredded to pieces, their very existence thinning into the air.

He disapproved of having to train with a young girl. She struggled to even lift a sword, which made him question why she even picked the weapon.

"Give her time," Morax said, appearing next to him. "You're judging her too quickly. You were once like this, Alatus. Once bound by the past, unable to step into the present and see the future."

He opened his mouth to retort, but was silenced by the look given.

"You will train her," Morax said, his hands behind his back. "The frequency of our battles has decreased. Take it easy."