This is going to be a bit of an explanation / lore dump for my personal version of the sagau !!
In case you are not aware, sagau stands for ‘self aware genshin alternative universe’ typically reader/player is some form of high god/creator to teyvat, and gets transported there, through various possible means. Sometimes they are viewed as an imposter, and thus chased/killed. Alright that’s my barebones explanation of the main consensus, onwards into my personal ideas!
Creator has red blood, which is common knowledge, normal humans (on teyvat) have white blood, Archons have shimmering gold blood, adepts have a somewhat softer yellow blood, etc. (I picture cursed khaenri’ans such as dainsleif have a dark blue blood. I also picture its weirdly thick? The fountain that eases their pain makes their blood go back to more normal. Also previously they would have had white blood as well.) Oh adding Aether and Lumine, they have clear shimmering blood, that looks full of stars :) Onto some weird lore for my version of the creator:
‘Rehnacy’ is the true creator of teyvat. They were formless, mostly appearing as a (for lack of better word) blob of red light. ‘Aemerys’ is a khanri’an knight. During the cataclysm, Rehnacy chose to unite their soul with Aemery’s, which caused them both to disappear for 500 years. (They did it as a way to honor khaneri’ah’s sacrifice (?) still working out the details) They together reincarnated into:::: Reader!
(I know I gave them names but I do try to keep readers past life as Aemerys fitting for anyone, ex I will not describe Aemerys physically outside of like, they had your same eyes, and face, etc. Nothing that can’t apply as widely as possible)
Rehnacy can “take over” readers body when under extreme stress (ex. Mortal wound) Aemerys is more similar to reader/ a past life ig.
Main characterization I will probably stick with for reader is that they 1. do not believe they are Rehnacy, or, even once convinced 2. Do not want to take advantage of anyones worship. (This is why I write reader and character interactions closer to casual then super uptight- assume its mainly at the insistence of reader)
Uhh that’s all I can think of for now, if you ever wanna make a request that goes against any of these feel free! I don’t mind the idea of writing outside my specific lore headcanons :)
Research note:In my research into the mythos of the Frostmoon Scions, I found a text on their creation myth that stated the three sisters were created to replace a male moon. Curious I looked for anything similar and the Creator mythos, and I did though this text has heavy weather damage. I have translated and copied it down to the best of my ability. - Dr. Anastasia Pavlova, PhD.
TRIGGER WARNING FOR DEATH AND VIOLENCE!
As the gods watched Ọ̴̮̆̅͗̊͑̊͠ḿ̴̧̛̬́̅̊͂è̷̩t̵͚͎̬̦͈̆̆͑e̶̬̰͍̜̾͒̉̊́̈c̴̡̦̖̞͎̐́̕u̴̥̭̤͇͋̾͑͊ḩ̴̰̙̳͒́̀̈́̈́ț̶̨͇͂̅l̷͎̺̫̐̏͘i̷̹̘̖̇̈́͐̄̒̕ hold off A̸͙̩̟̭̰̍̑̌n̴͓̭̖͑̍́n̴͖̼͉̤̭̈́͑͐̋̈́i̴̯̬̳̲̠̅͌́̍ṅ̴͈̩̤͚͕g̵̡̝̹̝̾̂̀ͅä̷̠́̓n̶͙͗͆̇ and the C̶̥̰̞͎̅̿̀̕͜ẖ̶̨̧̧̤̲̼͉̬̖̐̿̀͐́͂̚̚ͅȧ̷̢̠̖͔͖͛̀̌͊̇̌̌̾͘ͅs̸͔̳̾k̴͗͜͜ȃ̷͓̩͓͖̼̙̓̚s̴̘̯̤͑͜ they knew they had to work fast of they were to stop them. M̵̜̹̥̹̳̟͓͎̅̈́͊͆͋͐̐́̉̑̑͊͝ả̴̧̬̳͈͔̺̗̺̬͋ͅl̵̡̧̙̞̭̠̳͚̟͖̘̫̰̼̭̈́̂̄͒͊̽͌͠͠i̷̝͌͑̀͘ņ̸̧̞̮̞̪̟̝̖͈̠̌̉̍̄̕a̴͕̳̮̣̹͈̜̐̋͒͗̇̉̊͘͝, who knew her brother well, grabbed her crescent-shaped knife slowly crept up behind him. However, as she was the sun her glow gave her away. The C̶̥̰̞͎̅̿̀̕͜ẖ̶̨̧̧̤̲̼͉̬̖̐̿̀͐́͂̚̚ͅȧ̷̢̠̖͔͖͛̀̌͊̇̌̌̾͘ͅs̸͔̳̾k̴͗͜͜ȃ̷͓̩͓͖̼̙̓̚s̴̘̯̤͑͜ grabbed her, intending to rib her apart and scatter her body parts across the world so that she may never be brought back. However, they only manged to spill a few drops of her blood, that would become Hyperborea, before Ã̴̦͛͌͐̓ṡ̵̩͉͙̯̽̅͐t̵̯̩̺͈̉̋̊́͛̿̔̉͋̊͘à̴̺̀̐̑͛͑̈́͝r̶̡̢̜̠̥̀͐ṫ̵̻̀̃͌e̴̛͙̻͍͉̖͎̮̻̦̽͛͂͊͘̕, goddess of war, called fourth her mighty tigers to attack the C̶̥̰̞͎̅̿̀̕͜ẖ̶̨̧̧̤̲̼͉̬̖̐̿̀͐́͂̚̚ͅȧ̷̢̠̖͔͖͛̀̌͊̇̌̌̾͘ͅs̸͔̳̾k̴͗͜͜ȃ̷͓̩͓͖̼̙̓̚s̴̘̯̤͑͜. This caused the C̶̥̰̞͎̅̿̀̕͜ẖ̶̨̧̧̤̲̼͉̬̖̐̿̀͐́͂̚̚ͅȧ̷̢̠̖͔͖͛̀̌͊̇̌̌̾͘ͅs̸͔̳̾k̴͗͜͜ȃ̷͓̩͓͖̼̙̓̚s̴̘̯̤͑͜ to drop M̵̜̹̥̹̳̟͓͎̅̈́͊͆͋͐̐́̉̑̑͊͝ả̴̧̬̳͈͔̺̗̺̬͋ͅl̵̡̧̙̞̭̠̳͚̟͖̘̫̰̼̭̈́̂̄͒͊̽͌͠͠i̷̝͌͑̀͘ņ̸̧̞̮̞̪̟̝̖͈̠̌̉̍̄̕a̴͕̳̮̣̹͈̜̐̋͒͗̇̉̊͘͝, however it only drew the attention of more. Ã̴̦͛͌͐̓ṡ̵̩͉͙̯̽̅͐t̵̯̩̺͈̉̋̊́͛̿̔̉͋̊͘à̴̺̀̐̑͛͑̈́͝r̶̡̢̜̠̥̀͐ṫ̵̻̀̃͌e̴̛͙̻͍͉̖͎̮̻̦̽͛͂͊͘̕ and M̵̜̹̥̹̳̟͓͎̅̈́͊͆͋͐̐́̉̑̑͊͝ả̴̧̬̳͈͔̺̗̺̬͋ͅl̵̡̧̙̞̭̠̳͚̟͖̘̫̰̼̭̈́̂̄͒͊̽͌͠͠i̷̝͌͑̀͘ņ̸̧̞̮̞̪̟̝̖͈̠̌̉̍̄̕a̴͕̳̮̣̹͈̜̐̋͒͗̇̉̊͘͝ fought in tandem, holding off the C̶̥̰̞͎̅̿̀̕͜ẖ̶̨̧̧̤̲̼͉̬̖̐̿̀͐́͂̚̚ͅȧ̷̢̠̖͔͖͛̀̌͊̇̌̌̾͘ͅs̸͔̳̾k̴͗͜͜ȃ̷͓̩͓͖̼̙̓̚s̴̘̯̤͑͜ as best they could but it wasn't enough even as the god of storms, god of the wilds, and god of the abyss joined in the fight.
"What do we do?" M̵̜̹̥̹̳̟͓͎̅̈́͊͆͋͐̐́̉̑̑͊͝ả̴̧̬̳͈͔̺̗̺̬͋ͅl̵̡̧̙̞̭̠̳͚̟͖̘̫̰̼̭̈́̂̄͒͊̽͌͠͠i̷̝͌͑̀͘ņ̸̧̞̮̞̪̟̝̖͈̠̌̉̍̄̕a̴͕̳̮̣̹͈̜̐̋͒͗̇̉̊͘͝ asked her fellow gods.
They could jot answer as they had no plan. The C̶̥̰̞͎̅̿̀̕͜ẖ̶̨̧̧̤̲̼͉̬̖̐̿̀͐́͂̚̚ͅȧ̷̢̠̖͔͖͛̀̌͊̇̌̌̾͘ͅs̸͔̳̾k̴͗͜͜ȃ̷͓̩͓͖̼̙̓̚s̴̘̯̤͑͜ slowly closed in, ready to kill the gods in their grasp when a choking sound was heard. They all looked, and saw the god of the hunt, U̷̡͓͇̰͇͕͗̌̇͌̽̀̑͂̿̊̏͂͌͜͝ļ̶̧̭̠̮̮̪̺̜̪͙͙̪̲̜̤̯̽̊ḻ̶̘͙͐̀̈́͌̀̏̀͂̋̅̅͒̍͂͘̚͘ŗ̴̙̠̬̣͓͍̲͙̞̎̅͆̓̃̿̊̂̆̿̽́̿͌̃̏͝ͅ, lowering his bow. They followed his gaze towards A̸͙̩̟̭̰̍̑̌n̴͓̭̖͑̍́n̴͖̼͉̤̭̈́͑͐̋̈́i̴̯̬̳̲̠̅͌́̍ṅ̴͈̩̤͚͕g̵̡̝̹̝̾̂̀ͅä̷̠́̓n̶͙͗͆̇ and froze. Sticking through his neck was an arrow made of holly. His blood rained from the wound, landing on Earth and creating many evils that now plague humanity. Before his final breath, an enraged A̸͙̩̟̭̰̍̑̌n̴͓̭̖͑̍́n̴͖̼͉̤̭̈́͑͐̋̈́i̴̯̬̳̲̠̅͌́̍ṅ̴͈̩̤͚͕g̵̡̝̹̝̾̂̀ͅä̷̠́̓n̶͙͗͆̇ killed Ọ̴̮̆̅͗̊͑̊͠ḿ̴̧̛̬́̅̊͂è̷̩t̵͚͎̬̦͈̆̆͑e̶̬̰͍̜̾͒̉̊́̈c̴̡̦̖̞͎̐́̕u̴̥̭̤͇͋̾͑͊ḩ̴̰̙̳͒́̀̈́̈́ț̶̨͇͂̅l̷͎̺̫̐̏͘i̷̹̘̖̇̈́͐̄̒̕ before his blood and run out.
The other gods managed to fight off the now disorganized C̶̥̰̞͎̅̿̀̕͜ẖ̶̨̧̧̤̲̼͉̬̖̐̿̀͐́͂̚̚ͅȧ̷̢̠̖͔͖͛̀̌͊̇̌̌̾͘ͅs̸͔̳̾k̴͗͜͜ȃ̷͓̩͓͖̼̙̓̚s̴̘̯̤͑͜ back into the night sky where they now sat alone. As the body of A̸͙̩̟̭̰̍̑̌n̴͓̭̖͑̍́n̴͖̼͉̤̭̈́͑͐̋̈́i̴̯̬̳̲̠̅͌́̍ṅ̴͈̩̤͚͕g̵̡̝̹̝̾̂̀ͅä̷̠́̓n̶͙͗͆̇ turned to sliver dust the gods realized that humanity needed a moon but they had not the power to create something as powerful as a moon but they knew a being who could. So, Ã̴̦͛͌͐̓ṡ̵̩͉͙̯̽̅͐t̵̯̩̺͈̉̋̊́͛̿̔̉͋̊͘à̴̺̀̐̑͛͑̈́͝r̶̡̢̜̠̥̀͐ṫ̵̻̀̃͌e̴̛͙̻͍͉̖͎̮̻̦̽͛͂͊͘̕raced done to Earth to find Dragon King Nibelung. Once she found him she explained what had happened to both Ọ̴̮̆̅͗̊͑̊͠ḿ̴̧̛̬́̅̊͂è̷̩t̵͚͎̬̦͈̆̆͑e̶̬̰͍̜̾͒̉̊́̈c̴̡̦̖̞͎̐́̕u̴̥̭̤͇͋̾͑͊ḩ̴̰̙̳͒́̀̈́̈́ț̶̨͇͂̅l̷͎̺̫̐̏͘i̷̹̘̖̇̈́͐̄̒̕ and A̸͙̩̟̭̰̍̑̌n̴͓̭̖͑̍́n̴͖̼͉̤̭̈́͑͐̋̈́i̴̯̬̳̲̠̅͌́̍ṅ̴͈̩̤͚͕g̵̡̝̹̝̾̂̀ͅä̷̠́̓n̶͙͗͆̇.
"I see, and you wish for me to make a new moon," he said.
Ã̴̦͛͌͐̓ṡ̵̩͉͙̯̽̅͐t̵̯̩̺͈̉̋̊́͛̿̔̉͋̊͘à̴̺̀̐̑͛͑̈́͝r̶̡̢̜̠̥̀͐ṫ̵̻̀̃͌e̴̛͙̻͍͉̖͎̮̻̦̽͛͂͊͘̕ paused, she hadn't thought of that. She wondered what would happen if this new moon were to be killed. She saw a picture dark world thrown into chaos and wished for it not to repeat. So, Ã̴̦͛͌͐̓ṡ̵̩͉͙̯̽̅͐t̵̯̩̺͈̉̋̊́͛̿̔̉͋̊͘à̴̺̀̐̑͛͑̈́͝r̶̡̢̜̠̥̀͐ṫ̵̻̀̃͌e̴̛͙̻͍͉̖͎̮̻̦̽͛͂͊͘̕ asked how Nibelung planned to keep this from happening.
"Simple, I shall make three new moons," he explained.
Ã̴̦͛͌͐̓ṡ̵̩͉͙̯̽̅͐t̵̯̩̺͈̉̋̊́͛̿̔̉͋̊͘à̴̺̀̐̑͛͑̈́͝r̶̡̢̜̠̥̀͐ṫ̵̻̀̃͌e̴̛͙̻͍͉̖͎̮̻̦̽͛͂͊͘̕ nodded and flew back to the heavens to tell the others gods what Nibelung planned to do. While many at first were skeptical at the thought of three moons all at once Ã̴̦͛͌͐̓ṡ̵̩͉͙̯̽̅͐t̵̯̩̺͈̉̋̊́͛̿̔̉͋̊͘à̴̺̀̐̑͛͑̈́͝r̶̡̢̜̠̥̀͐ṫ̵̻̀̃͌e̴̛͙̻͍͉̖͎̮̻̦̽͛͂͊͘̕ assured them that it would work. So, reluctantly, the gods started waiting for the new moons. When the three did arrive M̵̜̹̥̹̳̟͓͎̅̈́͊͆͋͐̐́̉̑̑͊͝ả̴̧̬̳͈͔̺̗̺̬͋ͅl̵̡̧̙̞̭̠̳͚̟͖̘̫̰̼̭̈́̂̄͒͊̽͌͠͠i̷̝͌͑̀͘ņ̸̧̞̮̞̪̟̝̖͈̠̌̉̍̄̕a̴͕̳̮̣̹͈̜̐̋͒͗̇̉̊͘͝ asked for their names.
"I am Aria," the oldest sister said.
"I am Sonnet," the middle sister said.
"And I am Canon," the youngest said.
The three established themselves in their role quickly, taking turns each night in the sky and keeping the C̶̥̰̞͎̅̿̀̕͜ẖ̶̨̧̧̤̲̼͉̬̖̐̿̀͐́͂̚̚ͅȧ̷̢̠̖͔͖͛̀̌͊̇̌̌̾͘ͅs̸͔̳̾k̴͗͜͜ȃ̷͓̩͓͖̼̙̓̚s̴̘̯̤͑͜ at bay. The gods watched as they built the Lunar Palace, sad that the sisters were isolating themselves, especially M̵̜̹̥̹̳̟͓͎̅̈́͊͆͋͐̐́̉̑̑͊͝ả̴̧̬̳͈͔̺̗̺̬͋ͅl̵̡̧̙̞̭̠̳͚̟͖̘̫̰̼̭̈́̂̄͒͊̽͌͠͠i̷̝͌͑̀͘ņ̸̧̞̮̞̪̟̝̖͈̠̌̉̍̄̕a̴͕̳̮̣̹͈̜̐̋͒͗̇̉̊͘͝. So, to make her feel better the sisters promised to visit her twice a year and she agreed, waiting every year for those visits.
Translated using Google: Of the sagau mmm it could first be the behavior of mavuika trying to retain her creator for herself and her nation since his mere presence stabilizes the ley lines (which makes it ultra important
So the original SAGAU series I wrote was before Natlan was released so this can be seen as a mini chapter.
Reader's POV
Well, I'm fucked. I wanted to escape Sumeru, but now I'm in the desert. A group of Eremites had found and given me water. But they seemed to know Dehya, which poses a problem for me. The desert is a wild terrain that goes from a fiery pit of Hell to icy cold wasteland in a day. But, at this point I really didn't care. So, I snuck out and ran. By now, the giant pyramid was looking larger and larger the farther I got from the Eremites. Now, I was by an oasis planning my next move. I remember seeing a map of Teyvat in the Knight's library and there was a land beyond the Sumeru desert known as Natlan.
'OK, I just gotta make it to the giant pyramid and then I'm free,' I think to myself.
I know practically nothing about Natlan as it was only announced before I ended up in the game. My skin felt sun burnt and it was starting to hurt when I ran but I don't have time to sit around. I hear footsteps and I freak out and duck behind something big enough to hide me. Peeking my head out, I see not only Cyno but also Candace.
'Oh, shit," I yell in my head.
I watch as they start looking for any clues that I was there. My heart is racing as both of them seem to be getting closer and closer. I don't move, speak, or even breathe. I hear them moving around and then they stop. They're waiting for me to make a move so they can catch me.
"Your Devine majesty, you must be hot and tired. Just come with us and you'll be taken care of," I hear Candace say.
I'm still silent and still as I know the pair are still there. So, I waited. I don't know how long I was under the sweltering sun. I eventually heard the sounds of them walking away. I let out the breath I didn't know I was holding. Turning to the left I start running in the opposite way of the footsteps.
I soon reach the giant pyramid as the sun starts to set. I don't want to be in the freezing desert night so I duck inside. It's empty and makes me feel small.
As I walk around I get flashes of blurry images in front of my eyes. There's no voices, only images. A horned woman, white haired man, and sometimes Nahida and other times a tall woman who looks like an older Nahida.
It was strange, and made me nervous. I just want to go home, but it seems like the universe itself is trying to keep me here. I check my supplies and see I have just enough to make it to Natlan if I plan things right.
The echoing silence didn't help my nerves. I wanted comfort, but I also wanted to be free. I started to think about what certain people would say if they caught me. I keep up this game until I fall asleep. The stone floor felt cool against my sun burnt skin. I should probably see a doctor or something once I reach Natlan.
*TIMESKIP*
When I wake up, I'm greeted by the blinding sun and scorching heat. It hurts to move, but I have no choice. I leave the pyramid and continue my journey west. I keep my eyes and ears open as I think about the freedom that will soon be within my reach. Doing my best to avoid the scorpions, red vultures, and other desert dangers.
'How much farther is Natlan?' I ask myself.
I'm in so much pain and so, so tired. My skin is probably blistering and red, my clothes feel heavy with sweat, and I can feel the drumming of my heartbeat in my finger tips. The wind helped to cover my tracks, but not with making the journey easier.
"Maybe... Maybe I should just go back to the Eremites or something, at least I'd get water and decent food," I say to the empty sky.
The only response I get is from a desert eel who just blinks at me before disappearing into the sand. I keep walking, as I have been for days. I'm running out of water. If I don't reach Natlan soon I'm gonna die out here. I debate turning around and giving up but I'm too far for anyone to reach me.
I keep moving towards Natlan, despite for freedom. I try to remember a map of the game I saw on the official website, I feel like I'm going the right direction but without an form of compass I'm kind of screwed.
Soon, I see a rock face of red. I groan but see a walkable way up. I follow the path, tired and desperate not to die in the desert. I've finally reached the top, and I see it.
Water, sweet water! I run down the cliff face towards the water that separates me from this sandy hell! I reach the waters edge and then stop. This water might be deep and even through Sumeru clothes are airy I still might get dragged down.
I move carefully from sand patch to sand patch, until I see that the last thing in my way is a span of water I'll have to swim through. I start swimming, normally this would be easy but the sun has stolen most of my strength.
I manage to reach the land, stumbling down a dirt path. I'm here, Natlan. My vision is starting to fade and my limbs feel heavy. I hear voices in the distance, but I can't make out who they belong or what they're saying. Maybe... maybe I should take a nap. Yeah, I just need a nap and then I'll be OK.
Kachina's POV
Mualani is taking a group of people on one of her tours, and she brought me with her as an expert on the minerals found in Tequemecan Valley and some things about my tribe. We were walking and talking when I stop.
"Kachina, is something wrong?" Mualani asks.
I point towards the figure who's laying in the grass, sun burnt probably dehydrate, and soaking wet. I start to panic and Mualani is trying to keep the group calm. I run back to get help and soon people are following me back to the figure. The stronger ones pick them up to get them to a doctor. Mualani has manged to calm the group down and starts getting them interested in seeing the Ancestral Temple. I follow behind the people carrying the figure. Something seems familiar but what. Turning my head to the right I see some graffiti someone did, and it clicks. That figure isn't some adventurer in way over their head, that's the Creator!
I don't know what to do, should I tell someone or should I wait until the doctor figures it out? Whatever, I should probably tell the archon. Yes, I'll tell the archon. I summon Twirly and start making my way to the archon.
Citlali's POV
Wait, something feels wrong. My gut is telling me something is happening. I bet it was my grandson getting into trouble or maybe Itzpapa and Caitlin are causing their own trouble? No, this feels different. It soon hits me, the ley lines. I've been around for years and not once during that time have the ley lines felt this... stable. I need to investigate and find what's happening but I should probably tell Muavika. Though, Ororon should also know. No, this could put him at risk and knowing him he'd attempt to investigate and get himself killed.
*TIMESKIP*
Reader's POV
Everything hurts. My vision is trying to focus on the ceiling in above me while I hear people talking. I sit up and hear frantic yelling.
"What's wrong?" I ask.
"Y-You're awake?" A guy asks.
I nod and he and the woman near him look confused and slightly scared. I ask them where am I and who are they. They introduced themselves and said they were healers. Turns out I didn't take a nap in the grass, I was sun burnt and passed out in the grass but I was found and brought to them for treatment. They both seem a little nervous, which means I'm either a medical miracle or they also think I'm some god and this will be like every other nation.
We're all silent, staring, and waiting for someone to make a move. A voice from someone else breaks the tension as the pair walk to see who it is. There's the sound of paper and I see the two look at me over their shoulders. Oh shit, here we go again. I stand up and go to try and stumble my way out the door the but the older woman of the medical pair drags me back into bed and says I have to stay there until they say otherwise.
'Great, I wanted freedom from Sumeru but now I'm just probably gonna be stuck!'I think.
The pair keep me there for a few days, making sure I'm not trying to leave. They never told me their names, but they were great company. When I was fully healed I wandered outside to explore.
The area is a rocky yet beautiful valley. I know people are gonna stare but at this post I'm used to it. I spend some time with the people, finally getting to see Kachina's fluffy ears in person and have Xilonen try teaching me how to roller skate. Natlan always seemed so fun in game, and it's just as fun in person.
Muavika's POV
I really hate doing this, but it must be done. With the Creator returning our ley lines have finally stabilized. Citlali investigation made it clear that the only way for our ley lines to be stable, and for the people to be safe, is to have the Creator stay permanently in Natlan. I feel bad, they deserve to be free like anyone else but their presence is active saving thousands of lives but just existing on our soil. Thought, why were they passed out on the grass so close to our border with Sumeru. So far Nahida hasn't sent me anything regarding it. I spoke with each tribe leader, giving them permission to do what it takes to keep the Creator here so long as no blood of theirs is spilled.
I smile to myself, I've tried for centuries to protect my people and my very own Creator was the key, and they came here willingly. I've already set up a day to meet them in person, the problem is the tribes are arguing over who will host this meeting. That means I'll have to call the tribe heads in for a meeting so we can discuss this in a civil manner.
"Either way, the nation with be saved and the Creator with have the time of their life," I tell the tribe leaders.
I watch as they discuss. I'm smiling. I now this is wrong, but the Creator has always been good to us in the past, why won't they be good to us now?
Can I request a sagau about the warrior creator x natlan character ? When the creator unfortunately died in a battle to protect their homeland and was teleported to Natlan and they want to join the battle to protect Natlan like how they protected their homeland in the past?
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Author's note: I understand you meant the current Natlan but I went in the direction of the time period of the Scarlet-Eyed Youth.
Three years ago in Natlan...
Research note: This myth has various telling from the multiple tribes of Natlan. This version was told to me by a willka kamayuq from my native tribe. While many myths are given "academic" versions, that will not be possible with myths from Natlan and the records will have to divide the myth versions by tribe. Like what Professor Gustave said, there has been weathering of some text, making it unreadable. Signed- Paywaru, Huitztlan Yachay Kamayuq.
Ọ̴̮̆̅͗̊͑̊͠ḿ̴̧̛̬́̅̊͂è̷̩t̵͚͎̬̦͈̆̆͑e̶̬̰͍̜̾͒̉̊́̈c̴̡̦̖̞͎̐́̕u̴̥̭̤͇͋̾͑͊ḩ̴̰̙̳͒́̀̈́̈́ț̶̨͇͂̅l̷͎̺̫̐̏͘i̷̹̘̖̇̈́͐̄̒̕ was living in O̴̢̮͔͖̦͎͉̳̪̫̙̻͇̔̈́͌̒̀͠m̸̜͓̙̼̙̟̤̩͈̜͎̫̣̝̾̈́͒̌͂͛͊̑̂̋͋̈̇̈́͛́͆͌͐̂̀̈̕͝ͅë̴̢̦͉̭͔̮͓͇̼̥́̅̔͒̓͆̉̅̈̍̒̾͘͜y̷̡̝̪̣̮̳̘̱̘͉͔̗̙͎̟̅̚̚ͅͅͅͅͅo̷̡̡̨͔͉̘̱̗̺̣̥̼̥̟̹̝͙̣͒c̶̢̭̣͕̟̊̅̊̾̀͊͑ã̵̘̦͒̃͑͊͐̕n̵̳̻̟͎̗̹̰͑̈́̄͋̓͐͂͛̆̍̉̔̒ among the other gods. They loved their friends and creations on Teyvat and beyond. In O̴̢̮͔͖̦͎͉̳̪̫̙̻͇̔̈́͌̒̀͠m̸̜͓̙̼̙̟̤̩͈̜͎̫̣̝̾̈́͒̌͂͛͊̑̂̋͋̈̇̈́͛́͆͌͐̂̀̈̕͝ͅë̴̢̦͉̭͔̮͓͇̼̥́̅̔͒̓͆̉̅̈̍̒̾͘͜y̷̡̝̪̣̮̳̘̱̘͉͔̗̙͎̟̅̚̚ͅͅͅͅͅo̷̡̡̨͔͉̘̱̗̺̣̥̼̥̟̹̝͙̣͒c̶̢̭̣͕̟̊̅̊̾̀͊͑ã̵̘̦͒̃͑͊͐̕n̵̳̻̟͎̗̹̰͑̈́̄͋̓͐͂͛̆̍̉̔̒ there is a race called the C̴̖̗̯͓̜͔̯̹̹͇͓̫͙͓̝̝̥̜̫͈̬̟͖͕̹̲̫̻̫͚͐̿́̊̉͒̔̔͛͆̃̀̂̂̇͘͘͜ͅͅͅh̵̪̥͙̠̙̘̻͍̳̞̮̭̿͋̋̅̒̀̐̑͋̔̑͊͆́̂͋͊̒̿́͂́̉̑̐̀͒̚̕͝͝ă̷̢̛̺͉̰̲͖̠̞̻̟̝̫̲̫͖̼͖̺̠̟͊͆̋͊̈́̽̈́͗̿̿̓̍͜s̵̛͈̥̯͙͈̱͕̈́̔̽̈́̉͌̈́͑̂͌̀͊̒̐͆͊̐̀̏̌͒̃̿̕̕̚͘͝k̸̡̧̡̨̰͎͉̟̠̪̥̤͎̖͓͙̠̥̮̲̤̯̯̯̞͎͉̻̟̯͍̐͜ͅá̵̧̡͓̲̘̰̝͚͖̀̔̏̊͗̌̈́̎͌͒̾̂̃̃̈͊̒̾͐͋̚͝͝͝ͅͅs̸̝̩͙͈͔̻̝̝͚̺͚͑͗̿̈́̑ grew jealous of the care Ọ̴̮̆̅͗̊͑̊͠ḿ̴̧̛̬́̅̊͂è̷̩t̵͚͎̬̦͈̆̆͑e̶̬̰͍̜̾͒̉̊́̈c̴̡̦̖̞͎̐́̕u̴̥̭̤͇͋̾͑͊ḩ̴̰̙̳͒́̀̈́̈́ț̶̨͇͂̅l̷͎̺̫̐̏͘i̷̹̘̖̇̈́͐̄̒̕ seemed to have for humanity and the other gods, and so they went to A̸͙̩̟̭̰̍̑̌n̴͓̭̖͑̍́n̴͖̼͉̤̭̈́͑͐̋̈́i̴̯̬̳̲̠̅͌́̍ṅ̴͈̩̤͚͕g̵̡̝̹̝̾̂̀ͅä̷̠́̓n̶͙͗͆̇ and complained. A̸͙̩̟̭̰̍̑̌n̴͓̭̖͑̍́n̴͖̼͉̤̭̈́͑͐̋̈́i̴̯̬̳̲̠̅͌́̍ṅ̴͈̩̤͚͕g̵̡̝̹̝̾̂̀ͅä̷̠́̓n̶͙͗͆̇, who had budding resentment towards Ọ̴̮̆̅͗̊͑̊͠ḿ̴̧̛̬́̅̊͂è̷̩t̵͚͎̬̦͈̆̆͑e̶̬̰͍̜̾͒̉̊́̈c̴̡̦̖̞͎̐́̕u̴̥̭̤͇͋̾͑͊ḩ̴̰̙̳͒́̀̈́̈́ț̶̨͇͂̅l̷͎̺̫̐̏͘i̷̹̘̖̇̈́͐̄̒̕, told the C̴̖̗̯͓̜͔̯̹̹͇͓̫͙͓̝̝̥̜̫͈̬̟͖͕̹̲̫̻̫͚͐̿́̊̉͒̔̔͛͆̃̀̂̂̇͘͘͜ͅͅͅh̵̪̥͙̠̙̘̻͍̳̞̮̭̿͋̋̅̒̀̐̑͋̔̑͊͆́̂͋͊̒̿́͂́̉̑̐̀͒̚̕͝͝ă̷̢̛̺͉̰̲͖̠̞̻̟̝̫̲̫͖̼͖̺̠̟͊͆̋͊̈́̽̈́͗̿̿̓̍͜s̵̛͈̥̯͙͈̱͕̈́̔̽̈́̉͌̈́͑̂͌̀͊̒̐͆͊̐̀̏̌͒̃̿̕̕̚͘͝k̸̡̧̡̨̰͎͉̟̠̪̥̤͎̖͓͙̠̥̮̲̤̯̯̯̞͎͉̻̟̯͍̐͜ͅá̵̧̡͓̲̘̰̝͚͖̀̔̏̊͗̌̈́̎͌͒̾̂̃̃̈͊̒̾͐͋̚͝͝͝ͅͅs̸̝̩͙͈͔̻̝̝͚̺͚͑͗̿̈́̑ that he would help them gain O̴̥̣̻̙̔̉m̶̧̨̨̦̥̱̜͉̳̻̐͂̄̽͠ͅê̸͈̫̐̓͑̉̚͘t̸̢̧͇̺͓̻͚̭̬͘ę̶̨̢͙̮̮̰̗̼̯͈̫̖͖̾͛̎̽͊̆̅̎̋̚̚͝c̴̡̮̰̲͕̰̥̄̇́̏̑͋ͅų̶̞͖̞͔̺̻͇̦̰͙̱͈̓̌̀̐̋̂͜͠h̷̢̤̖͎̭̥̟̯͕̗͗̋͂͑̈́̊͐̎̍͛̕̕͝t̸̛̯͖̞̺̥̺̒̑̀͆̓͛̅͐͝l̷̨̝̣͕̗̠͚̀̽̔̅̀̕̕̚͜͝͠ͅi̵̤͋̃̅̓̍̑̓͝'̴̢̛͔̗̯̠̳̳͎̜̺̟͂̏̈́͆͐̒̚͠͠ͅş̵̨̛̬̪͓̠͈̗̲̦̺̭̥̻̻͗̎̉̇̒͗ attention back.
One winter night, A̸͙̩̟̭̰̍̑̌n̴͓̭̖͑̍́n̴͖̼͉̤̭̈́͑͐̋̈́i̴̯̬̳̲̠̅͌́̍ṅ̴͈̩̤͚͕g̵̡̝̹̝̾̂̀ͅä̷̠́̓n̶͙͗͆̇ lead the C̴̖̗̯͓̜͔̯̹̹͇͓̫͙͓̝̝̥̜̫͈̬̟͖͕̹̲̫̻̫͚͐̿́̊̉͒̔̔͛͆̃̀̂̂̇͘͘͜ͅͅͅh̵̪̥͙̠̙̘̻͍̳̞̮̭̿͋̋̅̒̀̐̑͋̔̑͊͆́̂͋͊̒̿́͂́̉̑̐̀͒̚̕͝͝ă̷̢̛̺͉̰̲͖̠̞̻̟̝̫̲̫͖̼͖̺̠̟͊͆̋͊̈́̽̈́͗̿̿̓̍͜s̵̛͈̥̯͙͈̱͕̈́̔̽̈́̉͌̈́͑̂͌̀͊̒̐͆͊̐̀̏̌͒̃̿̕̕̚͘͝k̸̡̧̡̨̰͎͉̟̠̪̥̤͎̖͓͙̠̥̮̲̤̯̯̯̞͎͉̻̟̯͍̐͜ͅá̵̧̡͓̲̘̰̝͚͖̀̔̏̊͗̌̈́̎͌͒̾̂̃̃̈͊̒̾͐͋̚͝͝͝ͅͅs̸̝̩͙͈͔̻̝̝͚̺͚͑͗̿̈́̑ into battle against humanity and the gods A̸͙̩̟̭̰̍̑̌n̴͓̭̖͑̍́n̴͖̼͉̤̭̈́͑͐̋̈́i̴̯̬̳̲̠̅͌́̍ṅ̴͈̩̤͚͕g̵̡̝̹̝̾̂̀ͅä̷̠́̓n̶͙͗͆̇ saw as weaker. O̴̢̮͔͖̦͎͉̳̪̫̙̻͇̔̈́͌̒̀͠m̸̜͓̙̼̙̟̤̩͈̜͎̫̣̝̾̈́͒̌͂͛͊̑̂̋͋̈̇̈́͛́͆͌͐̂̀̈̕͝ͅë̴̢̦͉̭͔̮͓͇̼̥́̅̔͒̓͆̉̅̈̍̒̾͘͜y̷̡̝̪̣̮̳̘̱̘͉͔̗̙͎̟̅̚̚ͅͅͅͅͅo̷̡̡̨͔͉̘̱̗̺̣̥̼̥̟̹̝͙̣͒c̶̢̭̣͕̟̊̅̊̾̀͊͑ã̵̘̦͒̃͑͊͐̕n̵̳̻̟͎̗̹̰͑̈́̄͋̓͐͂͛̆̍̉̔̒ was thrown into chaos as the other gods took up arms to defend humanity. When A̸͙̩̟̭̰̍̑̌n̴͓̭̖͑̍́n̴͖̼͉̤̭̈́͑͐̋̈́i̴̯̬̳̲̠̅͌́̍ṅ̴͈̩̤͚͕g̵̡̝̹̝̾̂̀ͅä̷̠́̓n̶͙͗͆̇ faced against his sister he yelled
"Where is Ơ̴̢̩͔͓̠͉͉̒̉̈̇̉͜͠ͅm̵̠̻͔͔̗̠͑͂̿͝͝͝ë̷̢̬̮̼͇͉̻͉̣́̌̍̎t̸̺̯̞̳͒̍͗͆̀͋̊͑̀̇́͊͘͘͠ẽ̷̱̬̺̭̺̞̰͎͊̎̎̑́̅͋̽̈́̋̀͠c̵̞̯̀̉̉̃̊̎͊̓̌͌͒͠͝͠͠u̵̱̳̻̟͍̗̙͑̓́͗̏͂͒́̃̔̍h̶̡̛̬̱̼͈͕̬͔̩̽̇͝ͅt̴͖̮̥̔͑̂ļ̸̧̨̛͈̼͉̪͈̼͐͒̀̏̍͋́̓͆̽̌͊̕͘i̷̧͙͈̜̺̲̜̩̹̰͛̒?̴̪͉̣̣̥̭̝̖̩̙̹̼̮̠̀̋̍͝ Where is that coward who dares to forget us?!"
The fight raged on and just as A̸͙̩̟̭̰̍̑̌n̴͓̭̖͑̍́n̴͖̼͉̤̭̈́͑͐̋̈́i̴̯̬̳̲̠̅͌́̍ṅ̴͈̩̤͚͕g̵̡̝̹̝̾̂̀ͅä̷̠́̓n̶͙͗͆̇ aimed his harpoon at his sister's heart, he felt a grip on his arm. Turning, his eyes burned with rage as he saw Ọ̴̮̆̅͗̊͑̊͠ḿ̴̧̛̬́̅̊͂è̷̩t̵͚͎̬̦͈̆̆͑e̶̬̰͍̜̾͒̉̊́̈c̴̡̦̖̞͎̐́̕u̴̥̭̤͇͋̾͑͊ḩ̴̰̙̳͒́̀̈́̈́ț̶̨͇͂̅l̷͎̺̫̐̏͘i̷̹̘̖̇̈́͐̄̒̕ behind him, their gaze disappointed and sad.
"A̸͙̩̟̭̰̍̑̌n̴͓̭̖͑̍́n̴͖̼͉̤̭̈́͑͐̋̈́i̴̯̬̳̲̠̅͌́̍ṅ̴͈̩̤͚͕g̵̡̝̹̝̾̂̀ͅä̷̠́̓n̶͙͗͆̇, you were my first son. Why... why turn on your brother's and sisters?" Ọ̴̮̆̅͗̊͑̊͠ḿ̴̧̛̬́̅̊͂è̷̩t̵͚͎̬̦͈̆̆͑e̶̬̰͍̜̾͒̉̊́̈c̴̡̦̖̞͎̐́̕u̴̥̭̤͇͋̾͑͊ḩ̴̰̙̳͒́̀̈́̈́ț̶̨͇͂̅l̷͎̺̫̐̏͘i̷̹̘̖̇̈́͐̄̒̕ asked.
A̸͙̩̟̭̰̍̑̌n̴͓̭̖͑̍́n̴͖̼͉̤̭̈́͑͐̋̈́i̴̯̬̳̲̠̅͌́̍ṅ̴͈̩̤͚͕g̵̡̝̹̝̾̂̀ͅä̷̠́̓n̶͙͗͆̇ flew into a rage, charing at O̶̟̞̼͕̠̲̣̽̊̋̑̃̇̈͌̒͋̈̾̌̏͜ͅm̸̺͚̯̩͎̜̩͕̗̞̂͒̂̉͛̋͐̍ê̸̡̺͈̠̲͌̅̃t̴͔͍͖͕̏̄͒̚͠ë̷̦͉̼̯͎́͊̓͐̓͘̕c̸̞͇̈́̌̀͛̿́́̒̈̈̚̚̚͝ų̸̨̣̫͉̳͖͔̣̲̟͎̬͌̆͜ḧ̸̨̨̨͇̦̙͓͚̥̱͉͖̈́̈̐̏̇̍̽͌͐͑̾̐ţ̴͕̮̎̏͋̈̑̈̃͛̍̑̚͠ļ̴̪͍̖͓̩̩̲̗̖̖̩̻̯̲̾̓͊͐̃̇̋̄̈́̕̕ȋ̵̡̛̳̯̝̏͗͛̓͐͑.̴̧̢͔̟͈̫͙̹͎̙͖͇͙̀̈́̃́̈́̎̕͜ Ọ̴̮̆̅͗̊͑̊͠ḿ̴̧̛̬́̅̊͂è̷̩t̵͚͎̬̦͈̆̆͑e̶̬̰͍̜̾͒̉̊́̈c̴̡̦̖̞͎̐́̕u̴̥̭̤͇͋̾͑͊ḩ̴̰̙̳͒́̀̈́̈́ț̶̨͇͂̅l̷͎̺̫̐̏͘i̷̹̘̖̇̈́͐̄̒̕ picked up one of thwir own weapons, this one being a staff of lightning. Ọ̴̮̆̅͗̊͑̊͠ḿ̴̧̛̬́̅̊͂è̷̩t̵͚͎̬̦͈̆̆͑e̶̬̰͍̜̾͒̉̊́̈c̴̡̦̖̞͎̐́̕u̴̥̭̤͇͋̾͑͊ḩ̴̰̙̳͒́̀̈́̈́ț̶̨͇͂̅l̷͎̺̫̐̏͘i̷̹̘̖̇̈́͐̄̒̕ and A̸͙̩̟̭̰̍̑̌n̴͓̭̖͑̍́n̴͖̼͉̤̭̈́͑͐̋̈́i̴̯̬̳̲̠̅͌́̍ṅ̴͈̩̤͚͕g̵̡̝̹̝̾̂̀ͅä̷̠́̓n̶͙͗͆̇ fought, shaking O̴̢̮͔͖̦͎͉̳̪̫̙̻͇̔̈́͌̒̀͠m̸̜͓̙̼̙̟̤̩͈̜͎̫̣̝̾̈́͒̌͂͛͊̑̂̋͋̈̇̈́͛́͆͌͐̂̀̈̕͝ͅë̴̢̦͉̭͔̮͓͇̼̥́̅̔͒̓͆̉̅̈̍̒̾͘͜y̷̡̝̪̣̮̳̘̱̘͉͔̗̙͎̟̅̚̚ͅͅͅͅͅo̷̡̡̨͔͉̘̱̗̺̣̥̼̥̟̹̝͙̣͒c̶̢̭̣͕̟̊̅̊̾̀͊͑ã̵̘̦͒̃͑͊͐̕n̵̳̻̟͎̗̹̰͑̈́̄͋̓͐͂͛̆̍̉̔̒, Teyvat, and Khaenri'ah alike. The other gods watched in fear and awe, while A̸͙̩̟̭̰̍̑̌n̴͓̭̖͑̍́n̴͖̼͉̤̭̈́͑͐̋̈́i̴̯̬̳̲̠̅͌́̍ṅ̴͈̩̤͚͕g̵̡̝̹̝̾̂̀ͅä̷̠́̓n̶͙͗͆̇ got enraged as O̴̢̮͔͖̦͎͉̳̪̫̙̻͇̔̈́͌̒̀͠m̸̜͓̙̼̙̟̤̩͈̜͎̫̣̝̾̈́͒̌͂͛͊̑̂̋͋̈̇̈́͛́͆͌͐̂̀̈̕͝ͅë̴̢̦͉̭͔̮͓͇̼̥́̅̔͒̓͆̉̅̈̍̒̾͘͜y̷̡̝̪̣̮̳̘̱̘͉͔̗̙͎̟̅̚̚ͅͅͅͅͅo̷̡̡̨͔͉̘̱̗̺̣̥̼̥̟̹̝͙̣͒c̶̢̭̣͕̟̊̅̊̾̀͊͑ã̵̘̦͒̃͑͊͐̕n̵̳̻̟͎̗̹̰͑̈́̄͋̓͐͂͛̆̍̉̔̒ was able to dodge his harpoon. The fight raged for months, cloaking the sky in darkness with flashes of lightning. The gods continued to fight off the C̴̖̗̯͓̜͔̯̹̹͇͓̫͙͓̝̝̥̜̫͈̬̟͖͕̹̲̫̻̫͚͐̿́̊̉͒̔̔͛͆̃̀̂̂̇͘͘͜ͅͅͅh̵̪̥͙̠̙̘̻͍̳̞̮̭̿͋̋̅̒̀̐̑͋̔̑͊͆́̂͋͊̒̿́͂́̉̑̐̀͒̚̕͝͝ă̷̢̛̺͉̰̲͖̠̞̻̟̝̫̲̫͖̼͖̺̠̟͊͆̋͊̈́̽̈́͗̿̿̓̍͜s̵̛͈̥̯͙͈̱͕̈́̔̽̈́̉͌̈́͑̂͌̀͊̒̐͆͊̐̀̏̌͒̃̿̕̕̚͘͝k̸̡̧̡̨̰͎͉̟̠̪̥̤͎̖͓͙̠̥̮̲̤̯̯̯̞͎͉̻̟̯͍̐͜ͅá̵̧̡͓̲̘̰̝͚͖̀̔̏̊͗̌̈́̎͌͒̾̂̃̃̈͊̒̾͐͋̚͝͝͝ͅͅs̸̝̩͙͈͔̻̝̝͚̺͚͑͗̿̈́̑, hoping to stall the attack long enough for Ọ̴̮̆̅͗̊͑̊͠ḿ̴̧̛̬́̅̊͂è̷̩t̵͚͎̬̦͈̆̆͑e̶̬̰͍̜̾͒̉̊́̈c̴̡̦̖̞͎̐́̕u̴̥̭̤͇͋̾͑͊ḩ̴̰̙̳͒́̀̈́̈́ț̶̨͇͂̅l̷͎̺̫̐̏͘i̷̹̘̖̇̈́͐̄̒̕ to defeat A̸͙̩̟̭̰̍̑̌n̴͓̭̖͑̍́n̴͖̼͉̤̭̈́͑͐̋̈́i̴̯̬̳̲̠̅͌́̍ṅ̴͈̩̤͚͕g̵̡̝̹̝̾̂̀ͅä̷̠́̓n̶͙͗͆̇. This plan would somewhat succeed, but at the cost of O̶̟̞̼͕̠̲̣̽̊̋̑̃̇̈͌̒͋̈̾̌̏͜ͅm̸̺͚̯̩͎̜̩͕̗̞̂͒̂̉͛̋͐̍ê̸̡̺͈̠̲͌̅̃t̴͔͍͖͕̏̄͒̚͠ë̷̦͉̼̯͎́͊̓͐̓͘̕c̸̞͇̈́̌̀͛̿́́̒̈̈̚̚̚͝ų̸̨̣̫͉̳͖͔̣̲̟͎̬͌̆͜ḧ̸̨̨̨͇̦̙͓͚̥̱͉͖̈́̈̐̏̇̍̽͌͐͑̾̐ţ̴͕̮̎̏͋̈̑̈̃͛̍̑̚͠ļ̴̪͍̖͓̩̩̲̗̖̖̩̻̯̲̾̓͊͐̃̇̋̄̈́̕̕ȋ̵̡̛̳̯̝̏͗͛̓͐͑.̴̧̢͔̟͈̫͙̹͎̙͖͇͙̀̈́̃́̈́̎̕͜ Ọ̴̮̆̅͗̊͑̊͠ḿ̴̧̛̬́̅̊͂è̷̩t̵͚͎̬̦͈̆̆͑e̶̬̰͍̜̾͒̉̊́̈c̴̡̦̖̞͎̐́̕u̴̥̭̤͇͋̾͑͊ḩ̴̰̙̳͒́̀̈́̈́ț̶̨͇͂̅l̷͎̺̫̐̏͘i̷̹̘̖̇̈́͐̄̒̕ would become impaled on the harpoon, and their golden blood fell to humanity. Ọ̴̮̆̅͗̊͑̊͠ḿ̴̧̛̬́̅̊͂è̷̩t̵͚͎̬̦͈̆̆͑e̶̬̰͍̜̾͒̉̊́̈c̴̡̦̖̞͎̐́̕u̴̥̭̤͇͋̾͑͊ḩ̴̰̙̳͒́̀̈́̈́ț̶̨͇͂̅l̷͎̺̫̐̏͘i̷̹̘̖̇̈́͐̄̒̕ knew they would return as a god, but they needed to earn their divinity once again. In their last moments, Ọ̴̮̆̅͗̊͑̊͠ḿ̴̧̛̬́̅̊͂è̷̩t̵͚͎̬̦͈̆̆͑e̶̬̰͍̜̾͒̉̊́̈c̴̡̦̖̞͎̐́̕u̴̥̭̤͇͋̾͑͊ḩ̴̰̙̳͒́̀̈́̈́ț̶̨͇͂̅l̷͎̺̫̐̏͘i̷̹̘̖̇̈́͐̄̒̕ banished A̸͙̩̟̭̰̍̑̌n̴͓̭̖͑̍́n̴͖̼͉̤̭̈́͑͐̋̈́i̴̯̬̳̲̠̅͌́̍ṅ̴͈̩̤͚͕g̵̡̝̹̝̾̂̀ͅä̷̠́̓n̶͙͗͆̇ and the C̴̖̗̯͓̜͔̯̹̹͇͓̫͙͓̝̝̥̜̫͈̬̟͖͕̹̲̫̻̫͚͐̿́̊̉͒̔̔͛͆̃̀̂̂̇͘͘͜ͅͅͅh̵̪̥͙̠̙̘̻͍̳̞̮̭̿͋̋̅̒̀̐̑͋̔̑͊͆́̂͋͊̒̿́͂́̉̑̐̀͒̚̕͝͝ă̷̢̛̺͉̰̲͖̠̞̻̟̝̫̲̫͖̼͖̺̠̟͊͆̋͊̈́̽̈́͗̿̿̓̍͜s̵̛͈̥̯͙͈̱͕̈́̔̽̈́̉͌̈́͑̂͌̀͊̒̐͆͊̐̀̏̌͒̃̿̕̕̚͘͝k̸̡̧̡̨̰͎͉̟̠̪̥̤͎̖͓͙̠̥̮̲̤̯̯̯̞͎͉̻̟̯͍̐͜ͅá̵̧̡͓̲̘̰̝͚͖̀̔̏̊͗̌̈́̎͌͒̾̂̃̃̈͊̒̾͐͋̚͝͝͝ͅͅs̸̝̩͙͈͔̻̝̝͚̺͚͑͗̿̈́̑ to a dark realm of their own, far from O̴̢̮͔͖̦͎͉̳̪̫̙̻͇̔̈́͌̒̀͠m̸̜͓̙̼̙̟̤̩͈̜͎̫̣̝̾̈́͒̌͂͛͊̑̂̋͋̈̇̈́͛́͆͌͐̂̀̈̕͝ͅë̴̢̦͉̭͔̮͓͇̼̥́̅̔͒̓͆̉̅̈̍̒̾͘͜y̷̡̝̪̣̮̳̘̱̘͉͔̗̙͎̟̅̚̚ͅͅͅͅͅo̷̡̡̨͔͉̘̱̗̺̣̥̼̥̟̹̝͙̣͒c̶̢̭̣͕̟̊̅̊̾̀͊͑ã̵̘̦͒̃͑͊͐̕n̵̳̻̟͎̗̹̰͑̈́̄͋̓͐͂͛̆̍̉̔̒ and far from humanity., with the hopes that one day they could return to O̴̢̮͔͖̦͎͉̳̪̫̙̻͇̔̈́͌̒̀͠m̸̜͓̙̼̙̟̤̩͈̜͎̫̣̝̾̈́͒̌͂͛͊̑̂̋͋̈̇̈́͛́͆͌͐̂̀̈̕͝ͅë̴̢̦͉̭͔̮͓͇̼̥́̅̔͒̓͆̉̅̈̍̒̾͘͜y̷̡̝̪̣̮̳̘̱̘͉͔̗̙͎̟̅̚̚ͅͅͅͅͅo̷̡̡̨͔͉̘̱̗̺̣̥̼̥̟̹̝͙̣͒c̶̢̭̣͕̟̊̅̊̾̀͊͑ã̵̘̦͒̃͑͊͐̕n̵̳̻̟͎̗̹̰͑̈́̄͋̓͐͂͛̆̍̉̔̒.
I remember it all. The war, the C̴̖̗̯͓̜͔̯̹̹͇͓̫͙͓̝̝̥̜̫͈̬̟͖͕̹̲̫̻̫͚͐̿́̊̉͒̔̔͛͆̃̀̂̂̇͘͘͜ͅͅͅh̵̪̥͙̠̙̘̻͍̳̞̮̭̿͋̋̅̒̀̐̑͋̔̑͊͆́̂͋͊̒̿́͂́̉̑̐̀͒̚̕͝͝ă̷̢̛̺͉̰̲͖̠̞̻̟̝̫̲̫͖̼͖̺̠̟͊͆̋͊̈́̽̈́͗̿̿̓̍͜s̵̛͈̥̯͙͈̱͕̈́̔̽̈́̉͌̈́͑̂͌̀͊̒̐͆͊̐̀̏̌͒̃̿̕̕̚͘͝k̸̡̧̡̨̰͎͉̟̠̪̥̤͎̖͓͙̠̥̮̲̤̯̯̯̞͎͉̻̟̯͍̐͜ͅá̵̧̡͓̲̘̰̝͚͖̀̔̏̊͗̌̈́̎͌͒̾̂̃̃̈͊̒̾͐͋̚͝͝͝ͅͅs̸̝̩͙͈͔̻̝̝͚̺͚͑͗̿̈́̑, and... A̸͙̩̟̭̰̍̑̌n̴͓̭̖͑̍́n̴͖̼͉̤̭̈́͑͐̋̈́i̴̯̬̳̲̠̅͌́̍ṅ̴͈̩̤͚͕g̵̡̝̹̝̾̂̀ͅä̷̠́̓n̶͙͗͆̇. I look around and see that I am surrounded by humans in an unfamiliar building. The human holding me calls herself my mother, see is a nice woman, I can tell. My father is also a pleasant man. I recognize their clothing, M̴̙̖̹͎̯̓͜͜ͅa̸̱͚̯͉̍́̅̇ͅļ̴̪͉̥̔͜͜i̷̧͓͖̻̪͈̣̠̍̓̈́̿̎͝n̴̲͎̓́̄̾͗ą̷̘́́ has told me about this tribe, the Teteocan. The old woman holding me was what Ş̴̧̛̘̹̤̼̌̽͊̓̓̓́͑ą̴̧̰͈͓͈͉̗̐s̴̺͕͖͑ͅs̵̻̠̄͒͆ͅư̸̦͙̻̭̳͔̥̄̇̌̏̿͛͜r̷̫̺͓̤̄͑͛̈́ą̷̡͇̙̮̺̘̄̿̅̕ť̴̢̺̗̕͠͠u̴͈̝̽̒͊̆̓̊̽͘ called a "midwife". She was old, harsh, but wonderful at following the principles Ş̴̧̛̘̹̤̼̌̽͊̓̓̓́͑ą̴̧̰͈͓͈͉̗̐s̴̺͕͖͑ͅs̵̻̠̄͒͆ͅư̸̦͙̻̭̳͔̥̄̇̌̏̿͛͜r̷̫̺͓̤̄͑͛̈́ą̷̡͇̙̮̺̘̄̿̅̕ť̴̢̺̗̕͠͠u̴͈̝̽̒͊̆̓̊̽͘ taught humanity.
It's been years, according to mother and father I'm twenty seven. This life has been a good on so far, father is teaching me his craft as farmer. Though, things have not been well. The tyrant has become more and more cruel as of late yet I am afraid to stand against him. I've seen those who love the Suarians be captured, never to return. I am a god and yet I am too afraid of a mere half dragon tyrant! Maybe... maybe A̸͙̩̟̭̰̍̑̌n̴͓̭̖͑̍́n̴͖̼͉̤̭̈́͑͐̋̈́i̴̯̬̳̲̠̅͌́̍ṅ̴͈̩̤͚͕g̵̡̝̹̝̾̂̀ͅä̷̠́̓n̶͙͗͆̇ was right. I shake my thoughts away, and counting to work. I hear someone shouting, the voice belongs to a woman. I turn my head and see a group over the horizon.
"Hey! Hey you!" A female voice yelled.
I turn my head and see a young woman followed by a young man, a slightly older man, two more young men, and an old man.
"Are you Llipya?" She asked.
I nodded, asking what her and her group wanted from me. The girl, who said her name was Sakkuk, explained that her and the group were looking for a place to stay for the night. I offer my small home to the group.
I learn their names, the older man is Manqu, the young men are Atawallpa and Waskar respectively, I recognized the old man as Yupanqui, and the scarlet eyed young man is named H̵͔̼̞͐̒̔͘à̸͓̻̿̈́͘̚͠ḇ̸͔͚͖̬̒̈̿̈́̑́͒̾o̶̩̺͇̺̻͙͋̏͛̎́́r̸̨̨͎͔͉̠̦̙̾͌́y̷̳͇̻̬̤̎̔̑̊̈̚̕͜͠m̸̦̺̖͍̀̉͋͋̍̈́̌͘. I asked them what they were doing, and H̵͔̼̞͐̒̔͘à̸͓̻̿̈́͘̚͠ḇ̸͔͚͖̬̒̈̿̈́̑́͒̾o̶̩̺͇̺̻͙͋̏͛̎́́r̸̨̨͎͔͉̠̦̙̾͌́y̷̳͇̻̬̤̎̔̑̊̈̚̕͜͠m̸̦̺̖͍̀̉͋͋̍̈́̌͘ explained their intentions, to kill the tyrant Och-Kun.
"Well, that's a large task. I mean, killing a king, even if he is a tyrant, is no easy feat," I say with a laugh.
H̵͔̼̞͐̒̔͘à̸͓̻̿̈́͘̚͠ḇ̸͔͚͖̬̒̈̿̈́̑́͒̾o̶̩̺͇̺̻͙͋̏͛̎́́r̸̨̨͎͔͉̠̦̙̾͌́y̷̳͇̻̬̤̎̔̑̊̈̚̕͜͠m̸̦̺̖͍̀̉͋͋̍̈́̌͘ doesn't seem detected, good. I talk with the group as I make them food. The energy they bring to the space in wonderful, and something I'll take back with me when I return home. I'm thankful my parents called me Llipya, as it makes it easier to hide my true name... Reader.
The longer I listen to their stories and goals, the more I despise Och-Kun and his actions. I feel the wooden spoon breaking under my grasp. I swear they hear the snap as I feel their eyes upon me.
I take a deep breath, and serve the group some food and drinks. They're nice and so kind. They're young too, well most of them anyway. I feel tears prick at my eyes as I realize this group of young adults are risking their lives for the freedom and survival of Natlan's people. Memories flood back to that night, the night my first son betrayed me. The tears slowly fall as I try to hide it from the group, but feel as if Yupanqui notices.
As the memories keep coming I remember the reason I fought that war in the first place. These beings I created have fought against the odds, and that is something I love about them. I turn to the group, and do something I never thought I'd do.
"I want to fight with you," I declare.
They stare at me. I rephrase it to something that leaves no room for error. H̵͔̼̞͐̒̔͘à̸͓̻̿̈́͘̚͠ḇ̸͔͚͖̬̒̈̿̈́̑́͒̾o̶̩̺͇̺̻͙͋̏͛̎́́r̸̨̨͎͔͉̠̦̙̾͌́y̷̳͇̻̬̤̎̔̑̊̈̚̕͜͠m̸̦̺̖͍̀̉͋͋̍̈́̌͘ smiles, holding out his hand to welcome me.
For many weeks we gather mire and more willing fighters. It is a glorious sight, seeing my creations work together for the greater good. Though, as the fight gets closer I start to remember more and more of that night. My chest has this feeling, it hurts but I'm not in pain, just a tightness that won't go away. It seems as if my eyes are never dry or clear.
"Are you alright?" Manqu asks.
Im shocked, he never spoke to me often. I lie, telling him I'm ok but he gives me a look with a raised brow. I sigh, admitting to the terror that has been gripping my heart from the very beginning, and how this was bringing up... unpleasant memories.
He pushes something into my hands, the object is hard and wrapped in cloth. I give him a questioning look and he tells me to unwrapp it to see. I chuckle and does as he says and my eyes widen I'm surprise. It's a macuahuitl, similar to my sword of fire in design. Tears roll down my cheeks and Manqu gives me a pat on the back.
"It will be ok, I promise," he tells me.
I wipe my eyes, now filled with determination ad hope. I group up with the others and listen as H̵͔̼̞͐̒̔͘à̸͓̻̿̈́͘̚͠ḇ̸͔͚͖̬̒̈̿̈́̑́͒̾o̶̩̺͇̺̻͙͋̏͛̎́́r̸̨̨͎͔͉̠̦̙̾͌́y̷̳͇̻̬̤̎̔̑̊̈̚̕͜͠m̸̦̺̖͍̀̉͋͋̍̈́̌͘ and Yupanqui give a rallying speech. I see that it moves the spirits of those around me, and even me as well.
Its funny, a god being moved by the words of a mortal... though I guess he is now a god. Yes, he's the Pyro archon now and for as long as he my stand on this land. I smile up at him, excited to see what will become of this rebellion and H̵͔̼̞͐̒̔͘à̸͓̻̿̈́͘̚͠ḇ̸͔͚͖̬̒̈̿̈́̑́͒̾o̶̩̺͇̺̻͙͋̏͛̎́́r̸̨̨͎͔͉̠̦̙̾͌́y̷̳͇̻̬̤̎̔̑̊̈̚̕͜͠m̸̦̺̖͍̀̉͋͋̍̈́̌͘.
Blood... so much blood. We've lost many to the forces of the tyrant, but we still have hope. I watch as Waskar is killed and as Atawallpa relases an animalistic wail of pain and grief that shatters the sky and land. Someone pulls him behind some cover. I look over the rock I was using for cover and see an opening. Gripping my macuahuitl in hand I move closer. The only way I can at the very least weaken him is if I get close. I move closer and closer while dodging attacks and being forced to walk over the fallen.
Tears blur my vision as I move to another rock for cover and... I feel something rip through my body. I can't move, the pain is too much but I can't bring myself to scream. I fall to the ground, my face landing in the dirt and my macuahuitl falling from my weakening grip. My eyes start to close as my vision turns black. I... I'm dying. I can hear the voice of Ronova calling to my mortal soul. Tears fall from my eyes on last time as Llipya.
Research note: This myth was found in ruins of Khaenri'ah technology. The names of the ancient sun and moon gods have been weathered as has the Creator's true name. It also confirms that the people of Fontaine were in fact not truly human. It is not know if the gods mentioned later on in the myth are the archons or other ancient gods. Signed- Professor Gustave, Fontaine historical society.
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In a time before the Archon, Adepti, and even the dragons there was only the sky and a deep primal ocean.
The sky contained only an inky blackness, no moon, stars, even Celstia was absent. The primal ocean was just as empty and still as the void above it. But, above that void was a relam hidden by the empty sky. In the realm sat a singular being called Ọ̴̮̆̅͗̊͑̊͠ḿ̴̧̛̬́̅̊͂è̷̩t̵͚͎̬̦͈̆̆͑e̶̬̰͍̜̾͒̉̊́̈c̴̡̦̖̞͎̐́̕u̴̥̭̤͇͋̾͑͊ḩ̴̰̙̳͒́̀̈́̈́ț̶̨͇͂̅l̷͎̺̫̐̏͘i̷̹̘̖̇̈́͐̄̒̕. Alone they sat in their realm. Able to look into other worlds, seeing the life the flourished in those other worlds. Lonely and not content with watching these other worlds, Ọ̴̮̆̅͗̊͑̊͠ḿ̴̧̛̬́̅̊͂è̷̩t̵͚͎̬̦͈̆̆͑e̶̬̰͍̜̾͒̉̊́̈c̴̡̦̖̞͎̐́̕u̴̥̭̤͇͋̾͑͊ḩ̴̰̙̳͒́̀̈́̈́ț̶̨͇͂̅l̷͎̺̫̐̏͘i̷̹̘̖̇̈́͐̄̒̕ started using their powers over natural forces to have materials to shape two beings, Ọ̴̮̆̅͗̊͑̊͠ḿ̴̧̛̬́̅̊͂è̷̩t̵͚͎̬̦͈̆̆͑e̶̬̰͍̜̾͒̉̊́̈c̴̡̦̖̞͎̐́̕u̴̥̭̤͇͋̾͑͊ḩ̴̰̙̳͒́̀̈́̈́ț̶̨͇͂̅l̷͎̺̫̐̏͘i̷̹̘̖̇̈́͐̄̒̕ loved them so, and attempted to release them into the empty world. But, they did not survive. Saddened, Ọ̴̮̆̅͗̊͑̊͠ḿ̴̧̛̬́̅̊͂è̷̩t̵͚͎̬̦͈̆̆͑e̶̬̰͍̜̾͒̉̊́̈c̴̡̦̖̞͎̐́̕u̴̥̭̤͇͋̾͑͊ḩ̴̰̙̳͒́̀̈́̈́ț̶̨͇͂̅l̷͎̺̫̐̏͘i̷̹̘̖̇̈́͐̄̒̕ realized they needed to make the primal ocean and empty sky welcoming to their creations.
So they created two spirits M̵̜̹̥̹̳̟͓͎̅̈́͊͆͋͐̐́̉̑̑͊͝ả̴̧̬̳͈͔̺̗̺̬͋ͅl̵̡̧̙̞̭̠̳͚̟͖̘̫̰̼̭̈́̂̄͒͊̽͌͠͠i̷̝͌͑̀͘ņ̸̧̞̮̞̪̟̝̖͈̠̌̉̍̄̕a̴͕̳̮̣̹͈̜̐̋͒͗̇̉̊͘͝ and A̸͙̩̟̭̰̍̑̌n̴͓̭̖͑̍́n̴͖̼͉̤̭̈́͑͐̋̈́i̴̯̬̳̲̠̅͌́̍ṅ̴͈̩̤͚͕g̵̡̝̹̝̾̂̀ͅä̷̠́̓n̶͙͗͆̇. Brother and sister with M̵̜̹̥̹̳̟͓͎̅̈́͊͆͋͐̐́̉̑̑͊͝ả̴̧̬̳͈͔̺̗̺̬͋ͅl̵̡̧̙̞̭̠̳͚̟͖̘̫̰̼̭̈́̂̄͒͊̽͌͠͠i̷̝͌͑̀͘ņ̸̧̞̮̞̪̟̝̖͈̠̌̉̍̄̕a̴͕̳̮̣̹͈̜̐̋͒͗̇̉̊͘͝ as the sun and A̸͙̩̟̭̰̍̑̌n̴͓̭̖͑̍́n̴͖̼͉̤̭̈́͑͐̋̈́i̴̯̬̳̲̠̅͌́̍ṅ̴͈̩̤͚͕g̵̡̝̹̝̾̂̀ͅä̷̠́̓n̶͙͗͆̇ the moon. The two spirts were happy, but not to happy about only being in the sky.
"But you'll be able to watch my creations without getting involved," Ọ̴̮̆̅͗̊͑̊͠ḿ̴̧̛̬́̅̊͂è̷̩t̵͚͎̬̦͈̆̆͑e̶̬̰͍̜̾͒̉̊́̈c̴̡̦̖̞͎̐́̕u̴̥̭̤͇͋̾͑͊ḩ̴̰̙̳͒́̀̈́̈́ț̶̨͇͂̅l̷͎̺̫̐̏͘i̷̹̘̖̇̈́͐̄̒̕ told the pair.
After some thought, the two spirts took to the sky. A̸͙̩̟̭̰̍̑̌n̴͓̭̖͑̍́n̴͖̼͉̤̭̈́͑͐̋̈́i̴̯̬̳̲̠̅͌́̍ṅ̴͈̩̤͚͕g̵̡̝̹̝̾̂̀ͅä̷̠́̓n̶͙͗͆̇ was upset while his sister was happy.
"What is wrong?" Ọ̴̮̆̅͗̊͑̊͠ḿ̴̧̛̬́̅̊͂è̷̩t̵͚͎̬̦͈̆̆͑e̶̬̰͍̜̾͒̉̊́̈c̴̡̦̖̞͎̐́̕u̴̥̭̤͇͋̾͑͊ḩ̴̰̙̳͒́̀̈́̈́ț̶̨͇͂̅l̷͎̺̫̐̏͘i̷̹̘̖̇̈́͐̄̒̕ asked.
"I am so lonely in the sky. My sister gets to see you while I'm alone," A̸͙̩̟̭̰̍̑̌n̴͓̭̖͑̍́n̴͖̼͉̤̭̈́͑͐̋̈́i̴̯̬̳̲̠̅͌́̍ṅ̴͈̩̤͚͕g̵̡̝̹̝̾̂̀ͅä̷̠́̓n̶͙͗͆̇ explained.
Ọ̴̮̆̅͗̊͑̊͠ḿ̴̧̛̬́̅̊͂è̷̩t̵͚͎̬̦͈̆̆͑e̶̬̰͍̜̾͒̉̊́̈c̴̡̦̖̞͎̐́̕u̴̥̭̤͇͋̾͑͊ḩ̴̰̙̳͒́̀̈́̈́ț̶̨͇͂̅l̷͎̺̫̐̏͘i̷̹̘̖̇̈́͐̄̒̕ felt guilty at leaving one of their creations alone, so they began to work. Many moons would pass as Ọ̴̮̆̅͗̊͑̊͠ḿ̴̧̛̬́̅̊͂è̷̩t̵͚͎̬̦͈̆̆͑e̶̬̰͍̜̾͒̉̊́̈c̴̡̦̖̞͎̐́̕u̴̥̭̤͇͋̾͑͊ḩ̴̰̙̳͒́̀̈́̈́ț̶̨͇͂̅l̷͎̺̫̐̏͘i̷̹̘̖̇̈́͐̄̒̕ worked to create enough friends for A̸͙̩̟̭̰̍̑̌n̴͓̭̖͑̍́n̴͖̼͉̤̭̈́͑͐̋̈́i̴̯̬̳̲̠̅͌́̍ṅ̴͈̩̤͚͕g̵̡̝̹̝̾̂̀ͅä̷̠́̓n̶͙͗͆̇. Eventually, Ọ̴̮̆̅͗̊͑̊͠ḿ̴̧̛̬́̅̊͂è̷̩t̵͚͎̬̦͈̆̆͑e̶̬̰͍̜̾͒̉̊́̈c̴̡̦̖̞͎̐́̕u̴̥̭̤͇͋̾͑͊ḩ̴̰̙̳͒́̀̈́̈́ț̶̨͇͂̅l̷͎̺̫̐̏͘i̷̹̘̖̇̈́͐̄̒̕ was successful, creating millions of tiny spirts to be Ạ̸̧̒͝n̵̩̐i̶̗̟͆̈́̅̕͝n̴͕͉̑͘̕͝ĝ̷̰ả̸ͅn̶̡̢̺͓͓͘'̷̯̖̯̲̲̋̎̾̾̕s̸̡̒̀͂͛͝ friends. A̸͙̩̟̭̰̍̑̌n̴͓̭̖͑̍́n̴͖̼͉̤̭̈́͑͐̋̈́i̴̯̬̳̲̠̅͌́̍ṅ̴͈̩̤͚͕g̵̡̝̹̝̾̂̀ͅä̷̠́̓n̶͙͗͆̇ was happy.
Next, Ọ̴̮̆̅͗̊͑̊͠ḿ̴̧̛̬́̅̊͂è̷̩t̵͚͎̬̦͈̆̆͑e̶̬̰͍̜̾͒̉̊́̈c̴̡̦̖̞͎̐́̕u̴̥̭̤͇͋̾͑͊ḩ̴̰̙̳͒́̀̈́̈́ț̶̨͇͂̅l̷͎̺̫̐̏͘i̷̹̘̖̇̈́͐̄̒̕ remembered how their first mortal creations could not live in the primal ocean, so the creations must need a solid place to live.
Stepping foot onto the primal ocean, Ọ̴̮̆̅͗̊͑̊͠ḿ̴̧̛̬́̅̊͂è̷̩t̵͚͎̬̦͈̆̆͑e̶̬̰͍̜̾͒̉̊́̈c̴̡̦̖̞͎̐́̕u̴̥̭̤͇͋̾͑͊ḩ̴̰̙̳͒́̀̈́̈́ț̶̨͇͂̅l̷͎̺̫̐̏͘i̷̹̘̖̇̈́͐̄̒̕ used a power to raise the rock from beneath the waters, shaping it into a suitably large land mass. Using their power once agian, Ọ̴̮̆̅͗̊͑̊͠ḿ̴̧̛̬́̅̊͂è̷̩t̵͚͎̬̦͈̆̆͑e̶̬̰͍̜̾͒̉̊́̈c̴̡̦̖̞͎̐́̕u̴̥̭̤͇͋̾͑͊ḩ̴̰̙̳͒́̀̈́̈́ț̶̨͇͂̅l̷͎̺̫̐̏͘i̷̹̘̖̇̈́͐̄̒̕ gave the land plant life, rivers, lakes, and mountains. It seemed suitable for their creations, so they started with the animals first before moving onto humanity.
Ọ̴̮̆̅͗̊͑̊͠ḿ̴̧̛̬́̅̊͂è̷̩t̵͚͎̬̦͈̆̆͑e̶̬̰͍̜̾͒̉̊́̈c̴̡̦̖̞͎̐́̕u̴̥̭̤͇͋̾͑͊ḩ̴̰̙̳͒́̀̈́̈́ț̶̨͇͂̅l̷͎̺̫̐̏͘i̷̹̘̖̇̈́͐̄̒̕ used part of the rock from the newly created land along with their powers to fashion two figures, one a man and the other a woman. Ọ̴̮̆̅͗̊͑̊͠ḿ̴̧̛̬́̅̊͂è̷̩t̵͚͎̬̦͈̆̆͑e̶̬̰͍̜̾͒̉̊́̈c̴̡̦̖̞͎̐́̕u̴̥̭̤͇͋̾͑͊ḩ̴̰̙̳͒́̀̈́̈́ț̶̨͇͂̅l̷͎̺̫̐̏͘i̷̹̘̖̇̈́͐̄̒̕ looked lovingly at these figures. The figures smiled back, before asking their names.
"You are E̴͍̜͍̬̺̾l̶͚͎̘̙̆̈́́m̵̝̞̠̀̄͜b̸͈̙̯͓͈̂̍͝a̵͙͗̀̾͋," Ọ̴̮̆̅͗̊͑̊͠ḿ̴̧̛̬́̅̊͂è̷̩t̵͚͎̬̦͈̆̆͑e̶̬̰͍̜̾͒̉̊́̈c̴̡̦̖̞͎̐́̕u̴̥̭̤͇͋̾͑͊ḩ̴̰̙̳͒́̀̈́̈́ț̶̨͇͂̅l̷͎̺̫̐̏͘i̷̹̘̖̇̈́͐̄̒̕ said while looking at the woman.
"And you, you are A̸̅̓̂͘͜s̴̡̛̘̈k̸͎͎̞̹͕̐̒," Ọ̴̮̆̅͗̊͑̊͠ḿ̴̧̛̬́̅̊͂è̷̩t̵͚͎̬̦͈̆̆͑e̶̬̰͍̜̾͒̉̊́̈c̴̡̦̖̞͎̐́̕u̴̥̭̤͇͋̾͑͊ḩ̴̰̙̳͒́̀̈́̈́ț̶̨͇͂̅l̷͎̺̫̐̏͘i̷̹̘̖̇̈́͐̄̒̕ said to the man.
The two figures loved the names and were excited to see the land created for them, but like A̸͙̩̟̭̰̍̑̌n̴͓̭̖͑̍́n̴͖̼͉̤̭̈́͑͐̋̈́i̴̯̬̳̲̠̅͌́̍ṅ̴͈̩̤͚͕g̵̡̝̹̝̾̂̀ͅä̷̠́̓n̶͙͗͆̇, E̴͍̜͍̬̺̾l̶͚͎̘̙̆̈́́m̵̝̞̠̀̄͜b̸͈̙̯͓͈̂̍͝a̵͙͗̀̾͋ and A̸̅̓̂͘͜s̴̡̛̘̈k̸͎͎̞̹͕̐̒ got lonely. So, Ọ̴̮̆̅͗̊͑̊͠ḿ̴̧̛̬́̅̊͂è̷̩t̵͚͎̬̦͈̆̆͑e̶̬̰͍̜̾͒̉̊́̈c̴̡̦̖̞͎̐́̕u̴̥̭̤͇͋̾͑͊ḩ̴̰̙̳͒́̀̈́̈́ț̶̨͇͂̅l̷͎̺̫̐̏͘i̷̹̘̖̇̈́͐̄̒̕ made them friends and family.
Centuries would go by, and Ọ̴̮̆̅͗̊͑̊͠ḿ̴̧̛̬́̅̊͂è̷̩t̵͚͎̬̦͈̆̆͑e̶̬̰͍̜̾͒̉̊́̈c̴̡̦̖̞͎̐́̕u̴̥̭̤͇͋̾͑͊ḩ̴̰̙̳͒́̀̈́̈́ț̶̨͇͂̅l̷͎̺̫̐̏͘i̷̹̘̖̇̈́͐̄̒̕, A̸͙̩̟̭̰̍̑̌n̴͓̭̖͑̍́n̴͖̼͉̤̭̈́͑͐̋̈́i̴̯̬̳̲̠̅͌́̍ṅ̴͈̩̤͚͕g̵̡̝̹̝̾̂̀ͅä̷̠́̓n̶͙͗͆̇, M̵̜̹̥̹̳̟͓͎̅̈́͊͆͋͐̐́̉̑̑͊͝ả̴̧̬̳͈͔̺̗̺̬͋ͅl̵̡̧̙̞̭̠̳͚̟͖̘̫̰̼̭̈́̂̄͒͊̽͌͠͠i̷̝͌͑̀͘ņ̸̧̞̮̞̪̟̝̖͈̠̌̉̍̄̕a̴͕̳̮̣̹͈̜̐̋͒͗̇̉̊͘͝, and many other spirits would watch as the descendants of E̴͍̜͍̬̺̾l̶͚͎̘̙̆̈́́m̵̝̞̠̀̄͜b̸͈̙̯͓͈̂̍͝a̵͙͗̀̾͋, A̸̅̓̂͘͜s̴̡̛̘̈k̸͎͎̞̹͕̐̒, and their friends thrived.
Ọ̴̮̆̅͗̊͑̊͠ḿ̴̧̛̬́̅̊͂è̷̩t̵͚͎̬̦͈̆̆͑e̶̬̰͍̜̾͒̉̊́̈c̴̡̦̖̞͎̐́̕u̴̥̭̤͇͋̾͑͊ḩ̴̰̙̳͒́̀̈́̈́ț̶̨͇͂̅l̷͎̺̫̐̏͘i̷̹̘̖̇̈́͐̄̒̕ wanted everyone to share the sights of the world below, which the humans had taken to calling Khaenri'ah.
So, like before Ọ̴̮̆̅͗̊͑̊͠ḿ̴̧̛̬́̅̊͂è̷̩t̵͚͎̬̦͈̆̆͑e̶̬̰͍̜̾͒̉̊́̈c̴̡̦̖̞͎̐́̕u̴̥̭̤͇͋̾͑͊ḩ̴̰̙̳͒́̀̈́̈́ț̶̨͇͂̅l̷͎̺̫̐̏͘i̷̹̘̖̇̈́͐̄̒̕ used their powers to make another land, this time much large to fit everyone who wanted to go. The landscape was also much more diverse, with the west having an freshwater sea, a desert, and a volcanic grassland with towering cliffs. In the east, was a vast rainforest, rocky peaks, a boreal forest, and a large snow capped mountain. The north was a land of endless snow. Ọ̴̮̆̅͗̊͑̊͠ḿ̴̧̛̬́̅̊͂è̷̩t̵͚͎̬̦͈̆̆͑e̶̬̰͍̜̾͒̉̊́̈c̴̡̦̖̞͎̐́̕u̴̥̭̤͇͋̾͑͊ḩ̴̰̙̳͒́̀̈́̈́ț̶̨͇͂̅l̷͎̺̫̐̏͘i̷̹̘̖̇̈́͐̄̒̕ believed they were done, but many spirts wanted a landscape that could not be fit onto the existing land mass. In order to keep the peace, Ọ̴̮̆̅͗̊͑̊͠ḿ̴̧̛̬́̅̊͂è̷̩t̵͚͎̬̦͈̆̆͑e̶̬̰͍̜̾͒̉̊́̈c̴̡̦̖̞͎̐́̕u̴̥̭̤͇͋̾͑͊ḩ̴̰̙̳͒́̀̈́̈́ț̶̨͇͂̅l̷͎̺̫̐̏͘i̷̹̘̖̇̈́͐̄̒̕ used their spear to stir the waters of the primal ocean. When Ọ̴̮̆̅͗̊͑̊͠ḿ̴̧̛̬́̅̊͂è̷̩t̵͚͎̬̦͈̆̆͑e̶̬̰͍̜̾͒̉̊́̈c̴̡̦̖̞͎̐́̕u̴̥̭̤͇͋̾͑͊ḩ̴̰̙̳͒́̀̈́̈́ț̶̨͇͂̅l̷͎̺̫̐̏͘i̷̹̘̖̇̈́͐̄̒̕ lifted the spear, drops of primal ocean salt crystallized and fell back into the waters, creating a cluster of islands.
The spirits and dragons that once lived in the realm with Ọ̴̮̆̅͗̊͑̊͠ḿ̴̧̛̬́̅̊͂è̷̩t̵͚͎̬̦͈̆̆͑e̶̬̰͍̜̾͒̉̊́̈c̴̡̦̖̞͎̐́̕u̴̥̭̤͇͋̾͑͊ḩ̴̰̙̳͒́̀̈́̈́ț̶̨͇͂̅l̷͎̺̫̐̏͘i̷̹̘̖̇̈́͐̄̒̕ eagerly settled their new home, but there was mayhem. The spirits kept fighting and the land and it's residents were suffering. So, Ọ̴̮̆̅͗̊͑̊͠ḿ̴̧̛̬́̅̊͂è̷̩t̵͚͎̬̦͈̆̆͑e̶̬̰͍̜̾͒̉̊́̈c̴̡̦̖̞͎̐́̕u̴̥̭̤͇͋̾͑͊ḩ̴̰̙̳͒́̀̈́̈́ț̶̨͇͂̅l̷͎̺̫̐̏͘i̷̹̘̖̇̈́͐̄̒̕ appointed a leader of each part of the land, known as the vishaps. The vishaps leadership had been working for many moons, but with more threats the vishaps needed help. In order to help Ọ̴̮̆̅͗̊͑̊͠ḿ̴̧̛̬́̅̊͂è̷̩t̵͚͎̬̦͈̆̆͑e̶̬̰͍̜̾͒̉̊́̈c̴̡̦̖̞͎̐́̕u̴̥̭̤͇͋̾͑͊ḩ̴̰̙̳͒́̀̈́̈́ț̶̨͇͂̅l̷͎̺̫̐̏͘i̷̹̘̖̇̈́͐̄̒̕ gave parts of their power to each vishap and their land. The boreal forest and snow capped mountain region was given the power of the wind, the rocky region was given the power of the earth, desert and rainforest region had the region of plants, the eastern island cluster was given the power of lightning, the freshwater sea region was gifted the power of water, the snow covered north was given the power of ice, and the volcanic grassland region was gifted the power of fire.
Ọ̴̮̆̅͗̊͑̊͠ḿ̴̧̛̬́̅̊͂è̷̩t̵͚͎̬̦͈̆̆͑e̶̬̰͍̜̾͒̉̊́̈c̴̡̦̖̞͎̐́̕u̴̥̭̤͇͋̾͑͊ḩ̴̰̙̳͒́̀̈́̈́ț̶̨͇͂̅l̷͎̺̫̐̏͘i̷̹̘̖̇̈́͐̄̒̕ watched over the lands they created, when the itch to make new life had once agian taken root in Ò̴̢̙͎̲̙̟̿̈́m̴̬͈̜͂̑̊ͅè̸̳̆ţ̵̞̼̎̍͊ḛ̴̤̓͊̉͘͘ͅc̵̥͖̤̽̓̌͝ư̸͈͚̊̀̈̉̋h̸̢͙̼̳̱̥͚͒̅̓ṭ̵̨́̀͌͋̾͘ͅl̸̡͙̺̲̦͌ǐ̵̯̂͠'̴̤͓̘̲̬̻͇̇̓̚͝ș̵͇͈͔̑̈́͜ mind. This time Ọ̴̮̆̅͗̊͑̊͠ḿ̴̧̛̬́̅̊͂è̷̩t̵͚͎̬̦͈̆̆͑e̶̬̰͍̜̾͒̉̊́̈c̴̡̦̖̞͎̐́̕u̴̥̭̤͇͋̾͑͊ḩ̴̰̙̳͒́̀̈́̈́ț̶̨͇͂̅l̷͎̺̫̐̏͘i̷̹̘̖̇̈́͐̄̒̕ created beings who were not human. The rocky region got illuminated beasts, while the cluster of island became home to the yokai, while the volcanic grassland region gained varying types of dragons.
Wanting to create more Ọ̴̮̆̅͗̊͑̊͠ḿ̴̧̛̬́̅̊͂è̷̩t̵͚͎̬̦͈̆̆͑e̶̬̰͍̜̾͒̉̊́̈c̴̡̦̖̞͎̐́̕u̴̥̭̤͇͋̾͑͊ḩ̴̰̙̳͒́̀̈́̈́ț̶̨͇͂̅l̷͎̺̫̐̏͘i̷̹̘̖̇̈́͐̄̒̕ made humans agian. The vishaps seemed to not be interested or unable to lead humanity and nature, so Ọ̴̮̆̅͗̊͑̊͠ḿ̴̧̛̬́̅̊͂è̷̩t̵͚͎̬̦͈̆̆͑e̶̬̰͍̜̾͒̉̊́̈c̴̡̦̖̞͎̐́̕u̴̥̭̤͇͋̾͑͊ḩ̴̰̙̳͒́̀̈́̈́ț̶̨͇͂̅l̷͎̺̫̐̏͘i̷̹̘̖̇̈́͐̄̒̕ told the vishaps the focus on leading nature while newly created gods would lead humanity.
Ọ̴̮̆̅͗̊͑̊͠ḿ̴̧̛̬́̅̊͂è̷̩t̵͚͎̬̦͈̆̆͑e̶̬̰͍̜̾͒̉̊́̈c̴̡̦̖̞͎̐́̕u̴̥̭̤͇͋̾͑͊ḩ̴̰̙̳͒́̀̈́̈́ț̶̨͇͂̅l̷͎̺̫̐̏͘i̷̹̘̖̇̈́͐̄̒̕ created more and more gods to lead humanity in the new landmass as the first humans on Khaenri'ah had become self sufficient to the point of not needing Ọ̴̮̆̅͗̊͑̊͠ḿ̴̧̛̬́̅̊͂è̷̩t̵͚͎̬̦͈̆̆͑e̶̬̰͍̜̾͒̉̊́̈c̴̡̦̖̞͎̐́̕u̴̥̭̤͇͋̾͑͊ḩ̴̰̙̳͒́̀̈́̈́ț̶̨͇͂̅l̷͎̺̫̐̏͘i̷̹̘̖̇̈́͐̄̒̕. Each new god has a small drop of Ò̴̢̙͎̲̙̟̿̈́m̴̬͈̜͂̑̊ͅè̸̳̆ţ̵̞̼̎̍͊ḛ̴̤̓͊̉͘͘ͅc̵̥͖̤̽̓̌͝ư̸͈͚̊̀̈̉̋h̸̢͙̼̳̱̥͚͒̅̓ṭ̵̨́̀͌͋̾͘ͅl̸̡͙̺̲̦͌ǐ̵̯̂͠'̴̤͓̘̲̬̻͇̇̓̚͝ș̵͇͈͔̑̈́͜ blood, which gave them their divine powers.
Watching, Ọ̴̮̆̅͗̊͑̊͠ḿ̴̧̛̬́̅̊͂è̷̩t̵͚͎̬̦͈̆̆͑e̶̬̰͍̜̾͒̉̊́̈c̴̡̦̖̞͎̐́̕u̴̥̭̤͇͋̾͑͊ḩ̴̰̙̳͒́̀̈́̈́ț̶̨͇͂̅l̷͎̺̫̐̏͘i̷̹̘̖̇̈́͐̄̒̕ was happy with this world, and the humans on the new land, which they called Teyvat. The new gods told Ọ̴̮̆̅͗̊͑̊͠ḿ̴̧̛̬́̅̊͂è̷̩t̵͚͎̬̦͈̆̆͑e̶̬̰͍̜̾͒̉̊́̈c̴̡̦̖̞͎̐́̕u̴̥̭̤͇͋̾͑͊ḩ̴̰̙̳͒́̀̈́̈́ț̶̨͇͂̅l̷͎̺̫̐̏͘i̷̹̘̖̇̈́͐̄̒̕ what the humans had called the divided areas of Teyvat.
The boreal forest and snowy mountain region had been called Mondstadt, the rocky area of the illuminated beasts was known as Liyue, the cluster of islands was now Inazuma, the rainforest and desert region were united under the name Sumeru, with the volcanic grassland now was know as Natlan, with the freshwater sea region called Fontaine, and the snow covered north being now known as Snezhnaya.
Ọ̴̮̆̅͗̊͑̊͠ḿ̴̧̛̬́̅̊͂è̷̩t̵͚͎̬̦͈̆̆͑e̶̬̰͍̜̾͒̉̊́̈c̴̡̦̖̞͎̐́̕u̴̥̭̤͇͋̾͑͊ḩ̴̰̙̳͒́̀̈́̈́ț̶̨͇͂̅l̷͎̺̫̐̏͘i̷̹̘̖̇̈́͐̄̒̕ was happy to see how their creations flourished, deciding the work was filled with enough life that no one would ever be lonely.
This is a drawing of Creator!Reader and Furina's tea party from the Chapter titled, One, in my SAGAU series. The colors for the macarons are color picked from the colors of Fontiane characters.
*Some angst might be present, if you don't like that then leave*
Creator's POV
I'm back in the colorful place, I think. The element colors are muted and the once white stone under the colored water is now black. This wasn't good, something bad must have happened. I walk across the muted colored water and the figure from that first dream and there is a frown on its face.
"What's wrong?" I ask.
The figure lifts its head and tears are running down its face. The figure hugs me tightly and whispers apologies.
"I'm sorry, I'm so sorry young one," the figure says.
"What, why are you apologizing?" I ask.
"You missed the deadline, the ritual time has passed," it said.
I froze, my dreams were now shattered. I never found the hydro core, and now I'll never go home.
I break down sobbing in the figures arms as it holds me tightly and tries to comfort me. It tells me it's sorry it couldn't help me get home. The dream world becomes more dark as the two of us sob in each other's arms.
Eventually, the figure let's go and says it needs to leave. I don't want it leave and I start crying.
"Why can't you be the god they want?" I ask.
It givens me a solemn look and just says it died, and that it chose me to take its place becuase I acted like how they were during their life. The crying doesn't stop as the figure disappeared and I'm left alone... I call out the figures name, the name of a God and... nothing happens. I drop to my knees in the water and sob my heart out....
"Why are you crying?" A voice asks.
It's faint, and it sounds blunt and a bit uncaring.
I shoot up with a heavy breathing, and thundering heart. Turning my head I see Chiori, working on whatever outfit she was doing.
Looking around the shop, I realize in on a fancy couch, I think, and my bag...
"Where's my bag?" I ask, with a yell.
"Chevreuse came by to shop to collect your bag," She said, not even looking at me or even stopping her work.
My mind is cracking, my only way home is gone for good and now I have no idea what to do!
I try to get up but Chiori pushes me back down.
"That nurse told me that the sedative would make you dizzy, so you are laying down until I say otherwise," Chiori commands.
Hours pass and, eventually, Chiori let's me sit and stand up. She has me sit with my hands in my lap until Chevreuse and some of her other officers walked into the shop and Chiori passed me over to them.
I was walked back to Neuvillette and he scolds me like a child. I snapped.
"Why? Why don't you want me to leave?" I yell.
Neuvillette keeps his stone face and grasps my right shoulder.
"You left our world once, and in that time many tragic events happened. We all wish to prevent that from happening again," he explains.
I keep asking questions and wanting to go home and he keeps reacting like I'm a child throwing a tantrum. Once he decides the conversation is over, he escorts me to my living space and closes the door.
I spend hours with my thoughts while I try to cope with my situation...
From then on the I was worshipped by all of Teyvat, having a residents in each nation and eventually, I learned to cope and sees the good side of the situation. The characters I loved, interacting with them was nice and learning about Teyvat and its nations was nice.
But, after that I never saw the figure in my dreams and no one seemed to believe me about the dreams.
I've started to forget things, my home, my family, my friends, my partners, and many other things about my old life but I don't feel sad. The people around me makes everything easier, I'm starting to feel at home and now I feel like I don't wanna leave.
Sitting with Venti at Stormterror's Lair he sings me to sleep as the sun dips Belo the horizon.
"Sleep well your grace," Venti says while petting my hair.
Why did Chiori and Wriothesley get tasked to hide the cores?
Well, Neuvillette wanted to make things easier so he gave Furina to hydro core and told her to hide it with someone else.
Furina chose Chiori because, who would like to look in her shop first for something as valuable and important as a dendro hypostasis core? Plus, Furina has heard from other people how scary Chiori is, and after working with her on the moive for the film festival, she knows people respect and fear her.
Neuvillette gave the dendro core to Wriothesley because... the Fortress of Meropide is underwater and has gards around. So he thought that you wouldn't think of looking there and that you had no chance of stealing the core.
Why did Furina help us?
Furina knows the burdens of godhood and doesn't want anyone else to feel like how she felt. When you express the desire to leave, she'll help you try to leave. She gave the hydro core to Chiori because she hoped the fear Chiori strikes and the fact that the Fortress of Meropide is underwater and how scary Wriothesley is would deter you. But it didn't, so now you're unconscious on a bed with Chiori watching over you and Furina is getting a slight scolding from Neuvillette.
