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Wanderer In Vanarana

— 𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒓𝒂𝒄𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒔: Scaramouche/ Wanderer, Nahida, Aranara

— 𝒕𝒂𝒈𝒔: hurt/ comfort, soft angst

— 𝒔𝒖𝒎𝒎𝒂𝒓𝒚: Scaramouche awoke, just to find himself being "planted" by the Aranara.

— 𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒅 𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒕: 1580

— 𝒎𝒂𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒍𝒊𝒔𝒕

— 𝐚𝐨𝟑

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Please…

Don’t take it from me…

Without the Gnosis, I am nothing…

He stretched out and tried to seize the Gnosis that was once his. Only for a brief time. He couldn't move, though. He was unable to use his hands. His entire body was immobile, as if chained. It got dark in front of him. Then a hot tear streamed down the corner of his eye.

Scaramouche tried to open his eyes, only to be blinded by the brightness. He squeezed his eyes shut. He attempted to move and comprehend his environment using all of his senses.

At that very moment, a stream of water was raining down on his head and face.

"Must water it daily, and the plant will thrive..."

Scaramouche became aware of a weird voice coming from above. He struggled once more but failed. His limbs were immobilized, but he could move his head. He screamed as he fought to open his eyes.

"Oh! Bad Nara has awakened!"

The other voice was terrified. The water stopped flowing. Scaramouche shook his head back and forth, trying to get the water out of his eyes. It was then that h e realized his situation.

He was sprawled on the ground. The limbs and body were buried in damp but warm dirt. The soil was up to his neck. Radishes and other fruits surrounding him. He glanced further out and felt as though he was lost in a wilderness filled with gigantic plants. It was not day or night, but the sky had this odd purple tint. There were wooden lanterns lighting up the area nearby.

Nobody was there, only a mushroom-shaped head full of strange flowers moving among the radishes. Scaramouche heard the voice once more:

"Aranakula must call others! Bad Nara has awakened!"

The voice must have come from that odd movable fruit head. It vanished someplace in the garden. Scaramouche poured all of his last energy into his disintegrating body in order to escape the soil. Fortunately, he wasn't buried too deeply. After a few minutes of struggle, he was able to release his chest and stomach, then sit up.

He had no recollection of this location. It was also unknown to him. Scaramouche lifted himself up by placing his hands on the ground. When he discovered he was just wearing a thin layer of clothes and had no Gnosis or Vision on, he panicked out.

"What have you done to me? Return the Gnosis at once!"

He was yelling incoherently. Then he saw the rustling of the leaves on the ground. A group of what seemed to be round turnips of various colors surrounded him in a circle. They had two eyes, two mouths, two limbs and legs, and strange marks on their stomachs.

Scaramouche recognized the voice from earlier. It was obvious up to now. The thing called Aranakula was a green-yellow creature with a headgear composed of vegetables and fruits and a straw bag on his side.

"You... What exactly are you?" Scaramouche yelled.

"Bad Nara is impolite!" said another member of the pack. He was a little smaller than Aranakula. He was a bright green tint with what appeared to be a crown of gold leaves on his head.

"We are Aranara. We, like the Nara, have given ourselves names. Arama is my name, and Aranakula is the other’s. For quite some time, Aranakula and the Aranara have been looking after Bad Nara."

Scaramouche's head was frozen in place. He wasn't sure if these talking plants spoke the same language as him. Why couldn't he comprehend anything?

"Return Gnosis to me at once! And get me out of here immediately!"

Scaramouche stomped fiercely on the ground. To get out, he began trampling on the vegetables in the garden. When the Aranara saw this, they fled in terror. One of them shouted:

"Bad Nara has gone insane! Please hurry! We must tell the Lord of Verdure right now!"

So Scaramouche kept smashing, messing up the garden. His lips were constantly yelling for what was rightfully his.

"Buer! You little brat! Give the Gnosis back to me right now!"

Scaramouche frantically exited the garden area. He walked while yelling. The Aranara only ventured to peep out from behind a rock or shrub. They were trembling. When he arrived at the lake, however, another troop of Aranara had already formed there.

"Bad Nara must be stopped!"

"That's correct! Otherwise, he'll ruin the entire place!"

Scaramouche was unconcerned. He kept screaming for a meeting with the Dendro Archon.

The Aranara mumbled something together before forming a circle around Scaramouche. A dazzling green light shot in his face before he could react, and he found himself trapped in a green bubble surrounded by odd symbols from the outside.

"Hey! What are you doing now? Let go of me! Do you know who I am? I am a God!"

Still, Scaramouche remembered that Gnosis had been plundered and Vision had vanished. He couldn't get out of here any longer.

"You vermin! How dare you imprison me now? Get Buer right here! And the Traveler as well!"

Scaramouche was struggling when he heard footsteps approaching. He turned his gaze to see the Dendro Archon standing there.

"So you've awakened." She stated. The current Dendro Archon only took the form of a little girl, reaching Scaramouche's waist. But she used her brains to defeat him for good. Scaramouche, of course, never gave in.

"Give me back the Gnosis!" Scaramouche yelled. Helplessly, his hands banged into the bubble.

The Aranara screamed, "The Lord of Verdure has arrived! We must seal Bad Nara so that he does not destroy this land."

After a brief glance around, Nahida stated, "Please accept my apologies. I'm going to assist in restoring all he's broken."

The Aranara were overjoyed. They commended Nahida, the Lord of Verdure, for her benevolence.

"About Bad Nara, what should we do with him now?" Arama inquired.

"Release me!" Scaramouche thrashed again desperately. "Buer, you took away my Gnosis! When I get out of here, I'll make you pay!"

Nahida put her hand to her chin and pondered: "You appear to be obstinate, still. Then I'll keep you here for a little while longer."

"What? You dare to imprison me here? The Cyro Archon will knock at your door and request my presence! Your Sumeru will be destroyed by the Fatui!"

"The Fatui has already departed from Sumeru." Nahida responded in a cold tone. "Dottore got what he had come for and returned to Snezhnaya a while ago."

"What? That... That is a lie!"

Scaramouche was shaken. He was aware that his relationship with the other Harbingers was tense, but he constantly convinced himself that as long as he did his job well, he would always have a place in Snezhnaya; he would always be needed.

And yet...

Once again, he was abandoned.

"You're lying..." The words weren't screams, but as if Scaramouche was comforting himself. "I... I won't be left here all alone..."

"I am the God of Wisdom, not a liar." Nahida replied, her eyes full of determination. "You have tried to rob my Gnosis, to bring calamity to my Sumeru. As a consequence, you are my prisoner, and I have the authority to condemn you to death."

Nahida took a pause. Scaramouche was no longer enraged. He was now like a puppet with broken strings. Nobody wanted him any more.

"However, it's not up to me." Nahida went on. "I will not rob you of your right to life because you are not the puppet I gave life to. You must, however, make amends for your actions. Someone told me all I needed to know about you. Then, based on what I discovered, I've decided to give you a chance."

Scaramouche glared furiously at Nahida. As he waited for Nahida's judgment, his eyes became blurry with tears.

"You can not go back to Snezhnaya, nor be in Sumeru. You'll stay here for a while. This place is a dream. No one else can find you, except me. During this time, rest and reflect on what you have done and what you should do in the future.”

Nahida waved her hand, branches emerging from the ground and folding neatly in her palms to make a garment.

“This is the new outfit I made for you."

Nahida set the garment down on a nearby rock. Then she addressed the Aranara, saying:

"Thank you for accepting my request."

"The Lord of Verdure possesses the purest and brightest energy on the planet. That is why we always have faith in you."

The Aranara then looked to the now motionless Scaramouche and remarked, "We'll assist the Lord of Verdure in taking care of him.”

Nahida beamed.

"Thank you. When I first brought Scaramouche here, I once said to you, 'Scaramouche is like a withered but not dead tree, a tree gnawed by insects but yet recoverable.' Was that why you placed him on the ground and watered him?"

"Isn't that how a tree is saved? By watering and fertilizing..."

Nahida shook her head, saying, "Scaramouche will not need those. But perhaps some music will soothe him.”

The suggestion of music piqued the Aranara's interest. They formed a circle around Nahida and Scaramouche and began playing music. The seal had been released. Despite the singing Aranara around him, he sat on the ground. When he glanced up, Nahida had vanished, leaving merely on the rock the meticulously tailored garment made for him.

-The End-

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