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.
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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.
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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.