Chongyun deserved a better vision story, so naturally I wrote my own. I’m mostly new to writing, I’d love some constructive criticism!! Also posted on Ao3 so yeah, hope ya enjoy!
P.S. Need a song to listen to while reading this? I suggest What A Wonderful World by 2WEI!
That was clear to the young exorcist from the beginning. All he did was try, and yet archons forbid he succeed. It was like in a past life Chongyun did something unspeakable, something horrid. That is the only possible explanation for why the world hates him. Of course, he considered he just wasn’t good enough, but that gave off the wrong impression. He trained all day, worked his very hardest, and never gave up despite the odds. Chongyun had to have done something bad in his past life, truly that is the only possible explanation…
And Yet Where He When Thought There Was Hope
He was out taking a stroll in the rain- well it was more of a run than anything- as to build stamina. A crack of lightning came down a bit too close for comfort, followed by the sound of booming thunder. Chongyun covered his ears, he didn’t know it would storm. He didn’t know anything. As he searched for possible shelter, a snarl was heard behind the young exorcist. Chongyun looked behind him, only to see nothing. He began to jog towards a nearby cave that he spotted earlier, hoping it would suffice.
A snap
A growl
Then a roar
Chongyun was sent flying into the cave, though he managed to stop himself from hitting the walls. A large Lawachurl stood in front of him, golden figure glowing against the dark rain. He winced, his left arm throbbing. It had broken, his dominant arm had broken. Another roar, this time less startling. Chongyun was up on his feet once more, with only one arm and his legs to fight with. He never brought his claymore with him on walks, it was too heavy
he was too weak.
As the seemingly glowing beast stepped even closer to him, Chongyun was afraid to fight back. The lawachurls skin was so strong, almost like armor. As a strong, clawed hand began to descend towards him, Chongyun thought one thing.
Fighting was the only option
In A Moment Of Almost Agony
Chongyun dodged, ignoring the pain in his left arm. He ran towards the back of the lawachurl, kicking it in the leg with as much force as he could muster. The lawachurl stumbled, exposing a weak spot- it’s neck. He jumped up, planning to punch it’s neck, when the lawachurl turned around. Chongyun punched it in it’s stone hard mask. He fell back, as the feeling in his knuckles began to turn into a sharp pain. He looked up at the beast, in a look of pure fear. He had to keep fighting, he couldn’t die here.
He needed to keep trying, he couldn’t give up.
He
He had to
He had something to live for
But did he?
Yes.
Yes he did.
He had friends, and his clan, and hell he hadn’t seen a ghost yet he needed to do that.
Chongyun slid underneath the lawachurl, the beast attempting to look behind him only to trip. The exorcist had grabbed onto it’s leg, twisting it into a painful position. It growled, starting to get back up before it’s right arm was pulled out from under him. A crack filled the cave, the mask had broken. Underneath revealed a scarred face, mangled beyond imaginable. Stunning him, the lawachurl took this time to strike. This time
there was no place to dodge
He could only watch
And say he tried
He Deemed It As His Last Punishment
The edges of Chongyuns vision was beginning to fade. He eventually closed them. All hope was lost, this was Celestias way of welcoming him. He was merely 14, almost 15 now. His past life did this to him. His past life must’ve done something unthinkable.
He Should’ve Learned It Wasn’t The World That Was Cruel
A sense of cold
A Shattering Sound
Thunder Still Boomed
And Lightning Still Struck
There Is No Light
Only shards of what must be glass in his skin
Why was it so cold
After what felt like forever, Chongyun opened his eyes. What he saw wasn’t light skies and fluffy clouds, but the rock walls of the cave. Across the floor of the cave was shards of ice, and a large broken mask. He tried to stand up, but wincing. Said shards of ice had weaved themselves into his skin, and here he thought it was glass. There was a cold sensation in his hands, and Chongyun looked down. There in the palm of his hands, was a glowing cyan orb with a bright white snowflake in the center of it. It was a cryo vision. Chongyun had a cryo vision.
He wanted to laugh, or cry, or scream at the cryo archon. He had trained so. Hard. To get where he was today. And yet, after all that hard work. After all that training. He gets granted yet another ‘blessing’ in his moment of weakness. A tear escaped Chongyuns eye. Then Another. And Another. He was silent though, as now ice cold tears dripped onto the vision in his hands.
Why
Why him
Why now
Why did the world hate him
