#sagau mona megistus

[m1d-45]

You know, I've been thinking. The stars in our world often look quite dim, especially in areas where there is light pollution. Suddenly, I'm imagining that in the Imposter!AU, the Creator looks at the stars at night, captivated by their brilliance. Perhaps Scaramouche or Mona (Whichever you prefer, you may also just write another character you think fits this scenario :D) find them. The Creator looks at them, then back at the stars.

"They're very lovely, you know? The stars never shine this brightly back home. It's a lovely sight..."

They smile. "I'm happy that I'm able to see them, even if it's in another world. I appreciate you letting me look at them before I die."

Perhaps the character takes pause... And sits next to them.

It's a lovely night.

in the stars

word count: ~1k

-> warnings: violence, blood, both of those in your future so technically you’re not hurt yet, not written for mona mains, sorry, didn’t work with the plot :/ also diona/klee/qiqi/nahida/sayu mains are on thin ice with this one. questionable plot. barely edited.

-> lowercase intended

taglist: @samarill || @thenyxsky || @valeriele3 || @shizunxie

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the stars never lie.

mona clutches her catalyst to her chest, wide eyes turned to the sky. she whispers to them, hoping they’ll change, shift into something she’ll understand, anything.

they don’t.

her head lowers, inspecting the book. thrilling tales, the spine reads, the cover a simplified dragon with a sword through it. she tries to read into it, to try and pick apart the motives behind the weapon, but all it returns is a simple needlepoint.

a compass. one she’d followed ever since she caved into the pull on her catalyst, one she’d followed out of the city at dusk and into the plains, hiking up starsnatch cliff at its behest. her twin tails had lost some of their curl on the journey, her hat flopping sadly. it was late, later than she’d normally be awake, and she stumbled once on a rock before quickly catching herself, checking to make sure you hadn’t moved.

you, sat at the peak of the cliff. you, surrounded by cecelias, face turned to the stars. you, who turned at her short cry.

“are you alright?”

she couldn’t bring her hands to shift her catalyst into its attack position. her hands, free from their usual gloves, dug into the cover of the book, shaking both with the chill of night and with… she couldn’t tell, couldn’t pin whether it was fear or nervousness, or something else that blurred the line between panic and excitement.

“just fine, thank you.”

her voice was harsher than it should have been. she could tell you were being genuine, the way the water in the air shaped around you like it wanted to cling made that clear enough, the stars shining down on you as if you were the only being on the planet.

the stars never lie. so why were they saying you meant no harm?

you turned back to the stars, your hands shifting back to weave into the grass between the cecelias.

"they’re very lovely tonight. the stars, i mean. they never shine this brightly back home….” against her better judgement, mona glanced up. the sky was particularly clear, constellations shining down unhindered. “it’s a beautiful sight.”

orders from the knights echoed in mona’s head, orders extended from a god she’d never met. she knew the knights wholeheartedly meant what they said, truly believing the words they were told, but you…

hesitantly, she brought her hand in a circle in front of her, scrying for your constellation. you didn’t have one, unsurprisingly, and she relaxed slightly in the knowledge that you didn’t have a vision.. still, there was something strange about the empty space where yours would have been. swapping the sigils and rotating the outer edge, mona decided to read your future.

all the air was sucked from her lungs, the images depicted in the water making her mouth dry. the water warped and bubbled a dark color, as if it itself hated to show what it did.

you were on your knees, tight steel chains wrapped around you and latched onto hooks in whatever you were sitting on. in front of you stood the favored, the creator’s most prized, their weapon drawn. their form was taught with anger, nearly seething. it was strange, so uncharacteristic that it froze the astrologist in place for a moment.

no matter how fiery the disposition, vessels of yours were calmer after being wished upon, heart stiller for being by your side. they, the most prominent on your team of them all, should be at most handling such a severe situation with a tick in their jaw and quiet fury in their eyes, not…

she watched with sick horror as the favored attacks once, your chest caving once, twice with hitched attempts at breathing before you slumped over, blood trickling from your neck. the favored stepped back, weapon dismissed, and mona closed the illusion before it played any further. she hadn’t meant to look all the way to your death, only a few-

…only a few hours.

her hands shake where they’re still clasped in front of her, the remains of her scrying circle swirling in her palms. you didn’t even have a day.

she let the water fall, sending it towards the cecelias around you, willing them to stand brighter as she approached. she couldn’t bring herself to summon her catalyst, not now that she knew what your fate held.

the grass was damp beneath her, seeping slightly into her nightclothes. you didn’t say anything, simply passing her a flower that you had been twirling in your palms. she willed it to heal, restored the color to its petals and the strength to its stem, then passed it back. she had no use for it, not when you…

you chuckled as you took it, staring down at it for a moment before turning skyward once more. mona followed your eyes up, spotting a well known constellation directly above you. nearly perfectly straight up, glowing like a beacon, was the constellation of the favored, six stars making themselves prominent against the dotted sea of night.

“beautiful, isn’t it?”

she swallowed, eyes flicking down to you. you were still watching the stars, probably tracing the shape of the constellation above you. unknowing of what it spelled for your fate, unknowing of the warning written above you.

mona settled into the grass a little more, taking her hat off her head so it wouldn’t fall when she looked up again.

“indeed, it is.”

[asexual-but]

Worship Styles

Mona- The Bridge

Warnings: cult behavior, obsessive thoughts, religion

Gender Neutral. I will always use "The Divine One," "The Original," and "The Creator" as terms for the reader along with They/Them pronouns unless specified otherwise by a requester

Astrologists in a way, are the bride that connects your will with the world

Mona prides herself on observing your moves and understanding your moods

Mona hums a happy song as she delivers the good news to a boy who always seems to be down on his luck

"Congratulations, Bennett! You will be the next vessel of the The Divine One!"

Mona hears the woes of all those who seek your love, your guidance

"Mona, when will They take me? I wish to devote my spirit to them as well!"

And well... She has no way of stopping these things from happening, but... Well it would be in poor taste to charge them for these answers...

To her personal effect, she does not search the stars for her time to join you

No, Mona won't stoop so low. She will help others, but that would only be torture

Instead she makes offerings to you daily, a portion of her meals, incense when she can swing it

Of course, all her predictions start with a prayer for your blessing

She studies by moonlight, wondering if you are watching her

Mona wonders if you are proud of her, you are aren't you? You must be!

And when she answers another desperate letter from someone in Sumeru seeking your love...

She hopes that through her actions you can feel hers

When you descend, she is among your top servants

Mona works hard, cares for you deeply, and has such talent in astrology... Surely she can be helpful to you

She'll prove herself... If only to see that twinkle in your eye as she fiddles about with her scryglass...

[genshinemblem564]

Genshin Isekai Headcanons

These can be sagau, but they don't have to be.

• Xinyan is stoked that you love her music, and is excited when you offer to play her some music from your world, but she's confused by some of the lyrics. She understands metaphorical lyrics, like the person described in the song isn't actually a rocket, but some of them don't make sense or feel like they were added just to fill a void. Aside from that, she kinda wants to perform some of these songs, now if only she had some band members.

• Tartaglia doesn't have much to say about the guns of your world. The pyro and hydro fatui agents already use guns of some kind, and the cryo fatui agent uses, um. What would you call an ice based flamethrower? No, what he's interested in is the immense amount of new weapons that Teyvat doesn't have, or they probably do, and we just don't hear about them. Like chain blades, I don't know what else to call them, essentially a flail, but instead of a mace, it's blade. I would write something about axes, but I feel like saving that for my crossover series. A scythe is often seen as a special lance, but you tell him that it's much more complicated than that specifically pointing out the blade, and depending on your own skill, you give him a demonstration. He is way too excited to learn all of these new weapons, like a kid excited about a new toy, you can't help but smile.

• Baizhu is perplexed when he first prescribes medicine to you, as you give him a list of allergies, if any, and are more than willing to go through proper examination to learn how resistant your body is to certain toxins. He's even more surprised when you tell him that his unique practice is actually common in your world, so that's why you don't bat an eye at potentially poisonous ingredients.

• Bennett is rather surprised. When you hang out, his bad luck seems to go away. It's actually just you using a bit of foresight, like checking the date on a flyer before rushing to a sale that had already ended, but seeing that glimmer in his eyes, you decide to let his imagination roam.

• You and Cyno are reference lords. You two reference everything, Cyno, his favorite book or book series, and you, your favorite media source. Now, if only people actually understood them, and yes, you do quote Yu-Gi-Oh when playing Genius Invokation.

• If you're an artist, then you quickly catch Albedo's attention. When he sees your drawings, he is quick to ask what you used as a muse, and your answer will have great impact on his reaction. If you point to an object or animal, his response will be normal. If you draw from memory though, he is astounded, especially if what you drew was a scene of some kind, with people, animals, or what have you. Drawing all that from memory is incredible. If you say it's something you made up, he'll compare it to when he's commissioned for his own art.

• Depending on your own interests, you'll be interacting with several different characters. I can't think of anything in depth for these few, so here's a general basis. Barbara is relieved that you're so open to different views. She knows how cruel people can be when they're closed-minded, and she's happy to teach you about the Church of Favonius and Barbatos. Noelle was lamenting not being a knight yet, which led you to bring up the seven chivalric virtues. Yae Miko and Xingqiu are very interested in the stories of your world. Xingqiu hoping to learn more about your worlds code of chivalry, but he ends up learning about justice's different forms. Yae is simply searching for new inspiration. She often calls on you when her old nemesis, writers block, appears. Nahida takes interest in you right away, wanting to gain knowledge from your world, and you seem fun. She knows better than anyone how dangerous knowledge can be, so she asks you to omit potentially dangerous subjects.

• Mona was shocked when you said that you only wanted to know the bad stuff coming your way, not that she could help you, with you being an outworlder and all. When she asked why, you told her "It's best to be prepared for all the bad coming your way, and if you know all the good coming your way, it takes away from life's natural wonder." Which was promptly followed by you asking "Where did that come from?"

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I'm thinking making more of that last one, like " Characters reaction to reader who is randomly philosophical" might need to work on the title a bit. Also, as stated above, these can be sagau, but can also be normal isekai, so I'll use both tags so they can be found more easily

[logicaltips]

Thunderstruck

I haven't had this happen to me yet, but I wondered how your acolytes would react if the power went out in the Creator's house because of a lightning strike.

Just, a normal day of Genshin, your acolytes are doing commissions and fighting bosses. They hear some thunder from the Creator's realm but don't really think of it too much.

Then, out of nowhere-

Bzt

That was all your acolytes hear before all connection with the Creator cuts off. Your voice can't be heard anymore, your presence is no longer in Teyvat. Chaos immediately begins to erupt from each region.

Civilians believe that the Creator has abandoned them, acolytes think that a powerful dark entity may have somehow killed their Creator. Offerings of sorrow are given, cries for war against an unknown foe are wailed, and order tries to maintain control.

Sasra Kujou and Heizou, two of the Creator's most favored acolytes, try to calm the residents of Inazuma. Together, they offer other explanations for their Grace's disappearance. Perhaps the vessel the Creator uses to connect to Teyvat had simply ran out of power or the Creator had something urgent to do in their realm and didn't have the time to say goodbye before leaving.

Mona and Layla both turn to the stars, hoping that they'll provide an answer to this mystery. But with the Creator's disappearance, even the stars themselves are in disarray, only offering confusing and conflicting readings to the astrologists.

Albedo, on the other hand, turns to the physical body. While the Knights maintain order in the city, he goes around to each acolyte, asking if they felt anything strange symptoms before the disconnection. Perhaps, he reasons, if there was a common symptom, the root cause will be ousted soon after.

After a few days of utter confusion, the Creator reconnects. People celebrate the return of their Grace's presence, while their Grace is completely baffled as to why there's so many materials and primogems sitting in their mail inbox.

"Did the lightning strike glitch out the game? Eh, it's free primos, I'm not gonna complain."

Every acolyte in Inazuma turn to the Shogun.

Shortly after, a device is created so that the Shogun can somewhat bridge the gap between realms; using her influence over Electro to divert lightning bolts away from the Creator's residence, so that such a occurrence will never happen again.

[fandangotales]

For the character interaction event; I'd like to talk to Mona, my first 5 star, from the beginner banner, no less. "Thank you so much for lending your power during my journey throughout Teyvat. You are an irreplaceable friend of mine. And about what Scaramouche said? The sky is not a lie. You are not a lie. The stars guided me to you and all of my acolytes; you have your own dreams, sadness, hope, and love. And that is all real to me.

Thanks for the ask, anon! 💜

“Pfft, I never took that Harbinger’s words seriously anyways.” Mona scoffed, despite the glassy look in her eyes. “And of course everything would be real to you, anything else would be r-ridiculous…”

Her voice suddenly stopped, replaced with a single sniff.

“H-how shameful of me.” She muttered, half to herself, hastily wiping away tears threatening to fall.

“Your words are rather moving, Your Grace.” She said, still avoiding your gaze. “I… have also cherished our journey together.”

She seemed to brace herself, before her silver eyes made contact with yours. “The stars did not foretell you considering me as a friend.”

Her face flushed, her next words barely audible. “This is a welcome surprise.”

[why-am-i-here-someone-save-me]

SAGAU voicelines request!

How would characters react to Reader cheering for them through the screen (like "C'mon, you can do it!" "Good job, [character name]!!!" "Amazing!!!! Good work!!!"]...but the characters are the ones less used/thought to be weak by the fandom.

Here they are self-aware of their status in the teams, like Kokomi/Barbara/Diona/etc being the healers, Bennet/Mona/etc supports, or Amber/etc just...useless (no offense, i myself main Amber from the start of the game). Like they know they are supposed to be the heal or support of the team but you still main/use them as a DPS. Hopefully you understood my request, I apologize if it sounds messy.

Ah my sweet summer child, every character I build is a ‘support’ with like two exceptions. DPS? Never heard of ‘em.

Also, I framed the voice lines as if the Traveler was asking the other characters thoughts on you. I feel as if quite a few of them would be too shy to be open with the reader, so I figured this worked a tad better.

The way that you cheer them on means the world to them. Sure, they knew they weren’t the greatest at this sort of thing, it wasn’t their specialty, yet you didn’t mind. You didn’t get angry at the fact that they weren’t able to do massive amounts of damage. You loved them just as they were: and it meant everything to them. Your encouragement, your support, your unwavering faith in them; it pushed them to go further and further, striving to overcome their own limits, to grow even more. They’ll put forth the effort without hesitation if it means they can bring a smile to your face.

“Ah, you are familiar with [Name] as well Traveler? Interesting! Personally I consider myself very lucky to have received their guidance. I could not have led Watatsumi Island nearly as well as I have were it not for them. I am not someone who relies heavily on brute force, but even still I have found comfort in the power that [Name] has granted me. I only hope I can use it to protect the people of Watatsumi to the best of my ability.”

“Oh! Traveler! I wanted to thank you for helping me out with the whole Albert situation. Is there anything I can do for you in return? … Eh? My thoughts on [Name]? Well I deeply appreciate them and all they’ve done for me. I hope to someday make them proud!”

“If you’ve come to try to get more booze then you can turn right back aroun- Oh! It’s you! How are you Traveler? Did you need some help with something? Hm? [Name]? Well yes, of course I know them! I’m not dumb! What I think of them? Well… They’re very important to me. They have always been there for me, and that means a lot to me. Plus when they take me traveling I don’t have to deal with those smelly alcoholics!”

“Traveler! There you are! Wanna go on an adventure? …Huh? My luck? Well, yeah I guess I’m always a bit nervous about my luck, but recently I’ve had [Name] watching my back! When I have them watching my back, I know that everything will be just fine!”

“What is it? Honestly, who comes knocking on someone’s door at this early in the morning?! H-Huh?! What do you mean it’s already noon!?!? Ah this is really bad! Sorry no time to chat! I have to get ready for [Name]’s next Spiral Abyss expedition! I can’t bear to let them down!”

“Oh hey Traveler! It’s been a while since I saw you here in Mondstsdt! How about we stop by Good Hunter and catch up a little bit! Ah, you have a question for me? Sure thing Honorary Knight! Ask away!” “[Name]? Well yes, of course I know who [Name] is! I don’t get to hear from them often, but whenever I do, it’s the best feeling in the world! While a little part of me wished they’d call for me more, I can make due with what I’ve been given. After all, as Outrider, I have to keep watch for trouble!”

[isshua]

Messianic Aureation

Chapter 7: The Deception of Freedom

Summary: Separated from her friends and in a completely new environment, Cara must rely on a cast of new characters in order to survive the harsh conditions of Dragonspine. While the hunt continues, she gains a moment to read the mysterious book stolen from the library's restricted section so the secrets of the Creator can be revealed to her.

CONTENT WARNING: This chapter does contain mentions of vomit and the taking of blood using a needle. If these are things that are a TW for you, please read at your own risk! Enjoy the chapter! :)

Chapter 8 is here

She was not in Monstadt.

That was the first thing Cara realized when she regained consciousness. As her eyes fluttered open and she was met with the sight of gentle snowfall drifting down from an overcast sky, she incoherently registered that she was not where she had previously been. The ice-kissed air stung her cheeks and left them numb and raw. A frigid winter wind was howling like a wolf; it was the only noise she could hear through the eerie quiet that was produced with the presence of snow. It didn’t take her long to realize that she was freezing. Her body was shivering profusely, and she could barely feel her limbs. A drowsy tiredness was tugging demandingly at her mind as it tried to pull her back into the jaws of sleep.

No. She couldn’t lose consciousness again, not in a place like this. Though her thoughts were jumbled and she could barely think straight, some part of her confused brain knew that if she fell asleep in this harsh environment, she would not wake up again. Cara forced her arms and legs to move, and she pushed herself to her feet.

She immediately regretted doing this. A sudden wave of nausea hit her like a truck with so much intensity, she staggered and nearly fell back over into the snow. Her stomach twisted and lurched. A burning sensation seized her throat, and before she knew it, she was bending over and vomiting. The vile stench of sickness filled the previously crisp air.

Cara gasped for breath when her stomach calmed and the horrible involuntary action was over. She wiped her mouth and turned away from the puddle of bile on the ground, disgusted. With clumsy, uncoordinated steps, she collapsed against the trunk of a nearby birch tree that was growing against the ruined remnants of an old stone wall. A teleport waypoint floated in front of her, giving off an inviting warmth that she could feel faintly and wanted oh-so-badly to press up against so she could combat the cold. She didn’t dare go near it, though, for fear that it might send her back into the vortex in which it had spit her out. This nausea from moving and the fact that she had just thrown up were surely products of using the waypoint as a means of travel.

She couldn’t think straight, and could no longer effectively move. All of her strength had been put into taking those few dizzying steps and then vomiting, and now it was all gone. Cara’s shivering was getting worse, and her eyes kept trying to droop shut on their own accord. She was tired, so very, very tired…it wasn’t a good idea, but maybe if she slept for a little while, she would manage to conserve her warmth… 

A new sound joined the wailing wind: the crunching of boots flattening snow. Cara looked to her left and saw a path hugging the side of a mountain that towered over her like a great stone giant. Walking along it was the figure of a human being-at least, she thought it was a human being. She wasn’t sure what was real or a hallucination at this point, being that she knew staying out in the snow for a long time might cause her to begin to see things that weren’t really there. The stranger didn’t look like they were dressed for the harsh conditions in which they were traveling through. The only thing they were wearing that looked relatively warming was a long white coat decorated with black-and-gold lining.

They seemed so familiar, yet Cara couldn’t remember where she had exactly seen them before. She shrank against the birch tree’s trunk and kept as quiet as possible. She still vaguely recalled the reason as to why she was stuck in this frozen wasteland in the first place: Eula and her entourage of knights. This person could be an enemy and might kill her if they caught sight of her face. Somehow, between the time the teleport waypoint had brought her here to when she had woken up, her mask and wig had been thrown off of her head. She could see them now, lying in a snowbank, too far away for her to reach without giving herself away. If she was spotted, nothing would be able to protect her true identity.

Just keep quiet, she thought. Not that hard. The person won’t find you.

Indeed, it seemed like she was in the clear: the mysterious stranger walked obliviously by her, heading for a broken bridge that was supposed to connect the path to its other side beyond the yawning mouth of a wide cliff. She wondered how they expected to get across.

And then, to her absolute horror, her nose started to twitch. The cold was biting at it, and before she could stop herself, Cara sneezed. Loudly.

The person halted in their tracks. They slowly turned in her direction.

Fuck, Cara thought.

They saw her. It was impossible for them not to have. The stranger walked towards her briskly with a sense of urgency in their step. No doubt they thought she was a lost traveler dying in the snow. What would they think when they got closer and recognized the face of Monstadt’s most wanted?

The person stopped about three feet away from her, and Cara found herself making contact with the teal blue eyes of Albedo.

  Both of them were completely still. Cara stared stupidly at him. Albedo stared back.

  “Hello,” he said. 

  Cara couldn’t stop her teeth from chattering. “Hi.”

  His head inclined slightly towards the teleport waypoint, eyes glancing briefly at the mechanism before returning to her. “I didn’t notice any footprints on the path while I was walking. Did you use that teleport waypoint to get here?”

  She couldn’t think of a good enough lie and submitted to telling him the truth. She nodded.

  “I see,” Albedo said. His breath puffed out in front of his face like clouds of white smoke. Dragon’s Breath. “How fascinating. These devices predate the founding of Monstadt by 1,000 years, maybe even longer. The legends say they were created by one of the Nine Choirs, specifically Pahaliah, the Throne.”

  Cara, not knowing in the least bit what he was talking about, made a noise of acknowledgment. Albedo studied her trembling form and seemed to notice her condition for the first time. “Ah, but this is no time for stories, though. You're obviously freezing, and Dragonspine is no place to be taking a nap. Here, let me take you back to my camp. We can get you warmed up there.”

  He moved forward, and a sudden sense of momentary clarity overtook Cara. Albedo was Monstadt’s chief alchemist, and thus a direct contact to the Knights of Favonius. He could be an active member of the hunt; he could be one of the characters who wanted to kill her. There was no way she could trust him, and yet here she was, chilled to the bone and completely at his mercy. This might be the moment when he took out his sword and ended her life.

  Mustering up a tiny amount of strength, she desperately scooted away from him, her breathing frantic and shallow as she stared at him in fear. Albedo paused, his eyes widening in surprise at her reaction, then softened. He slowly knelt down and held his hands up in a harmless gesture so as to not spook her again. “I’m not here to hurt you,” he murmured. “I just want to help. If we don’t stabilize your condition, you will surely suffer from an extreme case of frostbite. You are already experiencing symptoms of hypothermia. Uncontrolled shivering, shallow breaths, limited verbal and motor functions…if we allow this to continue, I have no doubt that you will die.”

  She sniffed pathetically. Albedo extended his hand further towards her, and she was so cold, she couldn’t even flinch. “Will you let me help you?” he asked.

  She knew the alchemist was telling the truth about her state of being. She could feel herself dying as they spoke, and knew that he was her only chance of survival right now. Yet, she wasn’t totally convinced that he didn’t mean her any harm. What was stopping him from taking her back to his camp and torturing her? What if this was all just a ruse so he could bring her to Monstadt City and hand her over to the knights?

  “I can see your doubt,” Albedo said. “Let me put it this way. If I truly wanted you dead, I would have simply ignored you and kept walking after I noticed you. Me talking to you right now should be enough to convince you that I mean you no harm. So, please…trust me.”

  He brought up valid points. Cara certainly didn’t want to die, and at this point, she really had no other option than to trust the man in front of her if she wanted to survive. After a fleeting beat of reluctance, she managed to dip her head in a small nod. Albedo noticed and smiled. “Thank you,” he said. “I promise I will carry you as carefully as possible.”

  He gathered her into his arms, one of his hands supporting the small of her back while the other slipped beneath her knees. He picked her up with a surprising amount of strength: he wasn’t someone she had expected to be physically capable of carrying a grown adult. “You're so cold,” Albedo whispered.

  He was so warm. Cara buried her face into his chest and sighed when she felt his body heat chase away the numbness in her cheeks. Her eyes closed on their own accord when he started to walk, and this time, she didn’t stop them.

  “You can sleep,” Albedo mumbled. “Unconsciousness shouldn’t prove to be fatal anymore.”

  She found herself believing him. Cara wasn’t about to object.

 “Is she going to wake up soon?”

  “I’m not sure. It would be wise to let her sleep, though. She’s been through a lot.”

  “Who is she?”

  “She’s…someone special. Remember the stories your mother told you? The one about the golden god?”

  “Oh, yeah! Mommy talked a lot about the golden god. What did she call her again? Her Grace?”

  “Yes, that’s correct. Her Grace is the mother of Teyvat, and this girl here may be her.”

  “Wow! Is she really Teyvat’s mommy? That’s so cool! But why was Teyvat’s mommy lost in the snow? Wouldn’t Teyvat try to keep its mommy safe from the cold?”

  “Teyvat abides by its own rules. Perhaps its strength is limited, and it couldn’t come to the rescue of its mother all on its own. Maybe it was by Teyvat’s hand that I came across her in the first place.”

  Cara groaned, and the voices went silent. She sat up slowly and rubbed her head, having trouble registering where exactly she was.

  “You're awake!” the higher-pitched of the two voices cried. Cara blinked open her eyes. She was sitting on a wooden cot with fluffy blankets wrapped tightly around her. Sitting by her side was an eager-eyed young girl with elf-like ears, wearing a cap and red coat. Her eyes sparkled with fascinated excitement.

  “Klee?” Cara croaked.

  Klee gasped. “You know my name! Albedo, did you hear that? Her Grace knows my name!”

  “Indeed she does.” Albedo was tending to a cooking pot not too far away. “Welcome back to the land of the living, Your Grace. How are you feeling?”

  Cara tested her arms and legs. Everything was moving accordingly, and she hadn’t seemed to lose any body parts to frostbite. “Still a little cold,” she mumbled weakly. “My head hurts. Where…where are we?”

  “We’re at my camp in Dragonspine. The place where I found you wasn’t far, so it was no trouble bringing you here. I recovered these two items that were lying near you, as well.” Albedo gestured to a nearby table where the wig and mask Fischl gave her were laid out. “I’m afraid to say that both of them are in quite bad shape, though. Apparently, traveling between teleport waypoints isn’t good for clothing.”

  Cara looked down at her clothes and noticed how damp and tattered they were. She felt guilty when she thought about Uncle Elias, Razor, and Fischl; they had given her these items out of the goodwill of their hearts, and she had ruined them. I really am bad at keeping up with disguises, aren’t I?

  Albedo walked over to her and held out a plate with neatly cut fruits and vegetables laid out upon it, as well as a wooden fork. “Here,” he said. “Eat. It’s infused with flaming essential oil, so it will warm you up.”

  Cara accepted the fork and plate and tentatively took a bite from the food. A sweet, tender taste burst forth like a blooming flower on her taste buds, and she automatically hummed in approval. A welcoming warmth immediately filled her when she swallowed.

  “How do you like it?” Albedo asked.

  “It’s delicious,” she replied. “This has to be one of the tastiest dishes I’ve ever eaten.”

  Albedo smiled. “I’m glad you like it. This dish happens to be my specialty. I wouldn’t say cooking is my strong suit, but when it comes to satisfying you, I seem to be better at it than usual.”

  “Oh, oh, Your Grace!” Klee said eagerly. “You have to try my special dish sometime! I call it Fish-Flavored Toast! We can go fish blasting together to collect the ingredients, and I can show you how to throw a Jumpty Dumpty!”

  Albedo cleared his throat. “Why won’t we let her rest for a little while, Klee? Her Grace has been through quite a lot in order to get here, and we don’t want to overwhelm her. How about you go and fetch Sucrose? She should be just outside the camp. I’m sure she would like to properly meet Her Grace, too.”

  “Okay!” Klee hopped to her feet and adjusted her cap. “I’ll be back! It was so nice to finally meet you, Your Grace! I hope we can become even better friends than we are now!”

  Cara watched her skip away. She took another bite from her food. “I wouldn’t mind going fish blasting with her.”

  Albedo chuckled. “I’d recommend not indulging in those sorts of activities, unless you want to be put into solitary confinement with her by Jean.”

  “I think Jean would rather kill me than simply put me into solitary confinement,” Cara grumbled.

  “Indeed.” Albedo’s smile turned into a troubled frown. “You have no need to fear being discovered by the knights here. Rest assured that I meant what I said when I found you. You don’t have to fear me. I’m on your side.”

  “So, you don’t think I’m the imposter of Teyvat’s creator god?”

  “Well, yes and no. While I don’t believe you are an imposter with ill intentions, I am also not entirely sure you are the original Caratrice, either. The Acting Grand Master and a majority of the knights and their captains have been ordered by the Caratrice sitting on the Crossroads throne to have you captured and killed, and they are all too glad to follow those orders. Monstadt thinks you should be executed simply because of your face. I don’t, because I feel a sense of wholeness when I’m around you. It’s a wholeness I only feel when my status as a Vessel is being put into action, and I have never felt it anywhere else before. You carry the aura of the stars…so, I would like to study you, if you do not mind, to acquire the necessary information that will prove my thesis true.”

  Cara was silent for a moment as she processed his words. “You…want to study me.”

  “Correct.”

  “And I guess that also means you want to experiment on me, too?”

  “Also correct.”

  “Okay.” She laughed deliriously and ran a shaking hand through her tousled hair. Being studied and experimented on by Albedo. I’m living every Genshin player’s dream right now. “Okay, just-just let me ask you a few questions. What about me do you want to study, exactly? Because I’m not so sure I want to be one of your subjects for experimentation.”

  “That is a valid question, and I would be happy to answer,” Albedo replied. “The experiments I wish to conduct won’t harm you in any way. I only wish to see for myself if you are the real Caratrice or not.”

  “Well, my name is Cara,” she told him. “Not Caratrice, just Cara.”

  “Your name and the warmth you radiate are hardly enough evidence to confirm your divinity,” Albedo said. “Though they certainly are evidence, and I will regard them as such. I need further proof, and only then will I know for sure how deeply-rooted the corruption in Teyvat runs, if it exists at all.”

  “Corruption?” Cara echoed. “What do you mean by that?”

  Albedo glanced at the camp’s entrance, then leaned in closer. “Please, don’t repeat this to anyone,” he whispered. “But…I have a theory that not all in Teyvat is as it seems. There is something dark toiling beneath the surface, something that extends far beyond the work of the Abyss Order or any antagonistic mortal force. If you truly are Caratrice, then it will mean that this darkness is real. If you are an imposter…well, it would be bad news for you, but at least I would know I’m stressing over nothing.”

  “I am not a god,” Cara insisted. “I’m just a regular human being stuck in a world that isn’t my own, and I want out. I’m sorry that you think I’m Caratrice, but I don’t know what else to say at this point.”

  “Hm. You’ve convinced yourself that you are nothing special. Judging by the look in your eyes, you’ve said this sort of thing before. Now I am all the more curious to see if you are truly a god.” Albedo sat down beside her. “I can help you find the answers you seek regarding your identity. So, I’ll ask again. May I study you? I promise I won’t do anything that will endanger your life.”

  Cara sighed. “If I say yes, what do you plan on doing to me?”

  “I would like to take a sample of your blood, for starters,” Albedo answered. “Plenty of legends about Caratrice say her blood is made of gold, and I want to see if your blood fits those legends. I would also like to study your fighting skills and see if there are any signs of elemental manipulation that you can manifest without the assistance of a Vision. Since Caratrice is the mother of Teyvat, it would only be logical for her to have full control over the seven elements, no?”

  “I can tell you the answer to that without an experiment,” Cara said. “I can’t control the elements. But…I think I do have a connection to the wind.”

  “The wind?” Albedo inquired with a tilt of his head. “May I ask you to elaborate?”

  “The first time the Knights of Favonius tried to kill me, I only managed to escape because I got a boost of speed. I could feel the wind pressing against my back and legs to make me run faster. It was to the point where the people chasing me thought I was using an Anemo Vision to fly.”

  “I heard about that,” Albedo said. “A few weeks ago, a couple of members of the 4th Company paid me a visit. They questioned me about if I had seen you in Dragonspine, and one of the knights mentioned that he did indeed see you flying. Have there been any other occurrences of this sort of phenomenon?”

  “Yeah, actually. A friend and I sneaked into the restricted section of the Monstadt library to steal a book. While I was looking around, the air seemed to come to life and directed me to a specific one. I never would have found it if it hadn’t guided me.”

  “I see. This is definitely valuable evidence. I would say that the wind is indeed alive, being that it is an extension of Teyvat, which is said to have a free will to act upon in necessary moments. We should find a way to test this connection so we can see just how strong it is. You haven’t been in our world for very long, so it would be natural for your connection to Teyvat to be relatively weak. However, the fact that the wind has been speaking to you and helping you in times of crisis is compelling, and we may find a way to strengthen that connection…hold on. Did you say you sneaked into the library’s restricted section to steal a book? What could you have possibly done that for? I’m surprised Lisa didn’t try to stop you.”

  “Oh, trust me, Lisa didn’t have to. Eula already had that covered.” Cara brought out her backpack and took out the stolen book. “This book will apparently tell me how to get back to my own world.”

  Albedo held out his hand. “May I?” he asked.

  Cara shrugged and gave the book to him. Albedo studied the cover with intense scrutiny and occasionally glanced at Cara’s face. “Your eyes match the color of the dragon’s,” he mumbled. “And your connection to the stars and the sky is so strong…your draconic attributes are already beginning to manifest. Tell me, have you felt any considerable aching near your shoulder blades? Have your teeth grown any sharper? I don’t see any feathers anywhere, but those could appear with due time…”

  “What the hell are you going on about?” Cara asked. “What are you saying?”

  Albedo tapped the book’s cover. “I’m saying that you are-or could be-this dragon. Caratrice is a six-winged wyvern who wields the power to command every single element in Teyvat. From the depictions I have seen of her in a human form, you are an uncanny resemblance.”

  Cara stared at him.

  “Huh?” she said disbelievingly.

  Before Albedo could continue, there was a commotion outside of the camp. Klee came bounding back in with a mousy green-haired girl in tow. “Big brother, Your Grace, I’m back with Sucrose!” she sang. “She’s so excited to meet you! Go on, Sucrose, say hi to the Creator!”

  Sucrose shrank back behind Klee and ducked her head. Her voice was barely audible when she spoke. “U-Um, Klee, I really don’t know how to act around new people.”

  “It’s okay, Sucrose, don’t be scared. Her Grace is super nice! Big brother saved her from freezing in the snow, and she complimented his cooking!” Klee hauled her forward. The bio-alchemist desperately dug her heels into the ground and mumbled excuse after excuse in an attempt to get away, but it was all in vain. For a young child, Klee was incredibly strong, and she easily propped Sucrose in front of Cara’s cot. “Your Grace, you know Sucrose, right? She’s a Vessel too! I’ve seen you travel with her sometimes, so I know you two are friends!”

  Sucrose stuttered and covered her face. “Y-Your Grace, p-please forgive me for intruding upon your holy presence so suddenly. I-I didn’t want to, I-I-”

  “Sucrose,” Cara interrupted. She reached out and grasped the other girl’s wrists to gently pull her hands down. “My name is Cara. Please don’t call me Her Grace. I’m just a regular person, and I’m really happy to meet you.” 

  Sucrose stared at her, her terror morphing into shock. “You're happy to meet… me?”

  “Of course I am. Why wouldn’t I?” Cara answered. “I’m even happier to see that you don’t want to kill me. I was afraid that if we ever crossed paths, you would try to wipe me off the face of the earth the moment you saw me.”

  “Oh, no, never!” Sucrose shook her head. “I don’t agree at all with what the Acting Grand Master is doing! I-I mean, I really don’t know much about what is happening within the Knights of Favonius exactly…Archons know I would never have the courage to ask Master Jean personally…b-but still, it’s just wrong to hurt someone because of their face! And-and you are the real Creator, so if anything, the knights are the real heretics for hunting you!” She covered her mouth and let out a horrified gasp. Um…p-please don’t tell Master Jean I said that.”

  “Don’t worry, I won’t. I don’t think I’ll be talking to Jean any time soon.”

  “Right. Neither will I.” Sucrose smiled softly, now much more relaxed, then looked at Albedo. “Mr. Albedo, Klee told me that you wanted to see me? Is it, um, is it about Her Grace-I mean, C-Cara here?”

  “Yes.” Albedo nodded. “If Cara is willing, I would like to have a sample of her blood taken.”

  Cara paled. “Do we have to have that done?”

  “No, not if it makes you uncomfortable,” he replied. “But if you are okay with it, I would be very appreciative. It wouldn’t be a large amount, just enough to run it through some tests.”

   Cara hesitated. She knew her blood was golden now, but she had no idea as to exactly why it had become that way. Could her blood possibly have some magical properties? Was there a way she could use it to get back home? Or was it just a dramatic change of color as an attribute of her supposed newfound divinity?

  Albedo seemed to sense her hesitation. “You are allowed to say no. Do not feel pressured to do something you aren’t okay with.”

  “No, no, it’s fine.” She forced the words out of her mouth. “It’ll, um, it’ll be quick, right? You’ll just take one vial?”

  “One vial is all we need,” Albedo answered.

  “Okay. Okay, fine.”

  Sucrose hurried over to a work table, and when she returned to Cara’s side, she was holding a needle attached to a thin tube on one end and a vial on the other, as well as a piece of cloth and another vial filled with a light blue liquid. Her heart started to hammer when the bio-alchemist settled down next to her and held the needle up. “The needle has been prepared for use,” Sucrose explained. “I was planning on using it to extract some blood from a hilichurl, but this is a much more important matter. May I see your arm?”

  Cara didn’t move. Albedo noticed that something wasn’t quite right. “Do you not like the sight of blood?” he asked.

  “No, it’s not that,” she answered. “I just really don’t like needles.”

  “You can hold my hand, if you want,” he offered. He held it out to her; she gladly took it. Albedo’s hand was warm, and it was a welcoming source of comfort as she stared at the needle Sucrose held.

  Sucrose showed her the vial of blue liquid. “This is extract from a Cryo Slime,” she said. “It will numb the area of skin where I will take the blood to limit the pain you will feel, so don’t be alarmed when I apply it to you.”

  Cara couldn’t take her gaze off of the needle. “Right. Got it.”

  “Mommy always tells me that talking is a good way to distract you from things that hurt,” Klee said. “So while Sucrose takes your blood, I’ll tell you about some things I know! Let’s see…oh! Have you ever met Dodoco, Cara?”

  “No, I haven’t,” Cara replied. Sucrose took her left arm and uncapped the filled vial. She poured a small amount of the extract over the inside of her elbow and rubbed it in. A chill settled over the area, and soon, Cara lost all feeling in that specific part of skin.

  “Well, Dodoco is my oldest and bestest friend! Now that I’ve introduced you, don’t forget her name, alright? A lot of people call Dodoco “that silly doll Klee always hangs on her rucksack.” That’s not even true! Dodoco isn’t a doll at all!”

  “I’ll be sure to remember her name, I promise.” Cara’s breath hitched when Sucrose tied the white cloth tightly around her bicep. Albedo soothingly traced the knuckles of her hand with his thumb. She took one glance at the needle approaching the blue of her cephalic vein and turned away, closing her eyes and holding her breath.

  A sharp pain pricked through her skin, but was quickly conquered by the numbing effect of the Cryo slime extract. Cara squeezed Albedo’s hand and focused on her own breathing. She felt Klee place a tiny hand on her knee, another source of reassurance.

  “Just a little more…and, done.” Sucrose removed the needle and quickly untied the cloth from her bicep to retie it around the puncture spot. Cara heard a gasp leave her lips. “Oh my Archons!”

  When Cara opened her eyes and looked at the vial, she saw it was filled with shimmering blood that shone with the brilliance of a block of gold. When Sucrose held it up, it caught in the light of the fire beneath Albedo’s cooking pot and glowed even brighter. It was a perfect match to the color of her scars.

  “So, it is true,” Albedo said. “You do have golden blood. Fascinating. Sucrose, please, could I ask you to test its contents?”

  “Yes, of course. I’ll have the results shortly.” Sucrose stood up and headed back over to the work table, where she started to clean the bloodwork needle and tinker with various pieces of alchemy equipment that Cara didn’t understand.

  “Are you feeling alright?” Albedo asked her. “No dizziness or nausea?”

  “No,” Cara replied. “I feel fine.” She studied the cloth covering her vein. “I’m never going to get used to my blood being that color, though. It’s still shocking.”

  “Dodoco thinks you were very brave!” Klee said. “She says that you were very still and didn’t even squeak when Sucrose took your blood! Both of us say good job!”

  “Yes, you did very well. I would say that this discovery helps prove you are indeed the golden god.” Albedo picked up the book from the library’s restricted section. “While we are waiting for the blood test results, why won’t we read the contents of this book? Since you went through so much trouble to get it, it would be a good idea to look it over. Would you like to do the honors?”

  Cara nodded. Albedo handed her the book, and she had to take a moment to stare at the cover and comprehend what was about to happen next. After all of this time, she was finally going to get some answers. Would this book tell her how to get home? Would it explain how she even got here in the first place? Nerves wracked her, but there was an excitement, too, an excitement at the prospect of finally gaining some ground and making progress as to where she went from here.

  Albedo and Klee were watching with interest, and she knew she couldn’t stall any longer now. Cara shakily flipped open the book’s cover and began to read from the first page.

  “In the beginning, there was the Light, and there was the Abyss. Both existed, but neither mingled, for they were opposites, and enemies eternal. And then the Light roiled and came together, and out of it emerged the Divine Dragon Caratrice in a glory of gold. With a flap of Her six wings and a puff of Her breath, She brought all of Teyvat into being with a single mighty roar. She became the Almother of all living things. The Original One, the Primordial One.” Her throat went dry when she saw the last word of the paragraph. “The…the Genshin.”

  “Very few people call Caratrice the Genshin, anymore,” Albedo said. “It’s an old world term, mostly forgotten.” He peered closely at her features. “You’ve heard the name before?”

  Cara’s eyes remained glued to that single word that seemed so insignificant, yet so incredibly impactful at the same time. “It was a pretty popular word to say back in my own world.”

  “Keep reading, keep reading!” Klee squirmed ardently. “I wanna hear more!”

  Cara forced herself to move on to the next page. “The Genshin lived among Her creations and helped them grow. The first civilizations were formed under Her watchful eye, and all of Teyvat flourished. Caratrice loved Her creations with the adoration of a mother, and gave every form of life Her equal time. However, Her favorites among the many creations were the humans, and all of those close to them. She loved them so much, She bestowed upon a select few of them pieces of her power which would give them the ability to be masters of Teyvat’s seven elements. These chosen ones became the leaders of their people, the envoys of the Genshin. They were called Vessels.”

  “Oh, oh!” Klee raised her hand. “Mommy’s told me this story before, so I know who those people were! They had little marbles like we do, and some of them could control fire like me!”

  “They are called Visions, Klee,” Albedo said. “And yes, they could control the elements, just like us. They were the first Vision bearers.” He nodded to Cara. “Continue.”

  Cara flipped to the third page. “For years, Teyvat was at peace. But peace does not last forever. Light and darkness are pieces of the same whole. While the light throughout Teyvat touched every corner and filled the land with prosperity and good things, the darkness festered. Out of the Abyss came Armageddon, the Destroyer, god of the apocalypse, Caratrice’s twin brother and corrupted counterpart. Armageddon saw all that the Creator had made, saw how the world loved Her, and grew jealous with longing. With a plan to usurp his sister and steal Her power, he spread the tendrils of the Abyss and infiltrated Teyvat’s civilizations. Slowly, he gained a mass of followers, and they joined him within the shadows of his darkness and became twisted monsters. This was the founding of the Abyss Order.” She paused. “Wait, so the Abyss Order is that old?”

  “They’ve been around for quite some time, but didn’t gain true traction in the sabotage of Teyvat’s nations until about 500 years ago,” Albedo said. “To this day, many people refuse to believe that they exist at all.”

   500 years ago. The destruction of Khaenri'ah. This opened a whole new source of questions for Cara. She had already put two-and-two together to realize that this world of Teyvat was not an exact copy of the Teyvat that existed within her computer. Her Traveler, Lumine, didn’t exist here, and therefore neither did Aether, the Abyss Twin. So how did the Abyss Order and the destruction of Khaenri'ah fit into the history of this Teyvat?

   There’s no time to figure it out now. She could ponder over these mysteries later-and maybe gain a few answers from an Abyss Mage if she happened to encounter one throughout her travels. She started to read again.

  “With every new follower Armageddon gained, he grew stronger and stronger. He used his minions as pawns, possessing them with the dark art of the Madness to see through their eyes and speak with their tongues. The red mist of the Madness infected their minds and turned those who were filled with it against the Creator who adored them. When Caratrice discovered this, She was heartbroken and angry, for Armageddon was filling Her children with a hatred that wasn’t their own. With a mission to free those infected with the Madness and to vanquish Her brother once and for all, She chose nine human beings to rise to godhood and fight as Her warriors. They were named the Nine Choirs. And thus, the First War began.

  “The First War lasted for 30 years. Teyvat was in ruins, and life was on the brink of extinction. The Nine Choirs were tired. Humanity was tired, and the world was close to being consumed by the Destroyer’s darkness. So, the Creator, in all of Her compassionate glory, sacrificed Herself to save Teyvat. She gave up Her light to chase back the Madness and died with the promise to return someday to finish off Armageddon once and for all. For this solution was only temporary: Caratrice’s light did not kill Her brother, only wounded him. Beneath the earth in which the Crossroads was built is where Armageddon slumbers. Someday he will awaken, and the god of the apocalypse will rise once again.”

  Klee whimpered. “So sad,” she murmured. “This part of the story is so sad.” But then her eyes filled with a glimmer of hope. “But if you're here, it means you kept your promise, right? You came back, and now you're going to get rid of your bad guy brother once and for all!”

  Cara didn’t know what to say. This was so much to unpack. Not only were the Knights of Favonius hellbent on killing her, but now she had to worry about some great apocalyptic god of destruction coming after her, too? I’d honestly rather fight Eula, Jean, and Lisa all at once than do that. “Klee, I-I don’t think I’m strong enough to take on a bad guy with this much power.”

  “Oh. Well, that’s okay! You aren’t strong now, but you will be! Big brother Albedo can teach you how to use a sword, and then when that evil Destroyer wakes up and sees you, all you’ll have to do is go swoosh, and whoosh, and wa-pow!” Klee swung an imaginary sword wildly through the air. “That big meanie Armigeedon won’t know what hit him!”

  “Oh my stars!” Sucrose suddenly exclaimed. She ran over to Albedo and shoved a piece of marked-up paper into his hands. “Mr. Albedo, look! These-these readings! I’ve never seen something so extraordinary! Her blood!”

  “What about my blood?” Cara asked, both worried and intrigued.

  Sucrose was so excited, she looked like she was about to faint. “Your blood has the regular four main components that are seen in a normal human’s blood: plasma, red blood cells, white blood cells, and platelets. But existing beside those four components are the components of auric chloride and chloroauric acid! These two components are the most common compounds found in gold. How your body can survive with such components flowing through your bloodstream is a mystery…but-but the important thing is that your blood is not just golden in its color! It’s quite literally liquid gold!”

  “Woah! I don’t understand most of what Sucrose just said, but I do know what gold is!” Klee exclaimed. “Liquid gold! That’s so cool!”

  “Sucrose is correct,” Albedo said after reading over the paper. “Your blood indeed does have components that exist within the element of gold. This goes beyond my initial expectations.” He handed the paper back to Sucrose. “Starting tomorrow, please continue studying the sample. See if it holds any other attributes seen with normal samples of gold. Try exposing it to heat or electricity.”

  Sucrose nodded enthusiastically. “Yes, Mr. Albedo! I’ll get to it first thing in the morning!”

  Cara’s mind was reeling. “Liquid gold,” she whispered. “It’s impossible.” There was no way her blood should have such components within it. And yet, Sucrose was the bio-alchemist, not her. One would be foolish not to trust in her conclusions. Still, how could she go from having regular human blood in her own world to suddenly developing golden blood here?

  The book might have answers. She started browsing through the pages, searching for any mention of golden blood among its words. While Albedo, Klee, and Sucrose continued to freak out over their discovery, she got lost in the legends of the Creator, learning more about Caratrice than she ever knew before. She saw more drawings of the six-winged wyvern, as well as depictions of nine god-like deities, each represented by a title. Jehoel, the Seraph. Pahaliah, the Throne. Seraphina, the Power. Michael, the Archangel…these must be the names of the Nine Choirs that the creation myth mentioned.

  And then, a sentence on a different page caught her eye. One belonging to another legend. And Cara’s heart stopped.

  There is a false god in Teyvat.

  “Albedo.” She shook his shoulder to gain his attention. “Listen to this. This legend talks about a false god. Could it be about me?”

  “No,” Albedo answered. “I am quite certain now that you are the reincarnation of Caratrice. But it could be about the Caratrice that is currently sitting on your throne. Go ahead, read it.”

  Sucrose and Klee went silent when the words began to flow off of her tongue. “There is a false god in Teyvat, and they have tricked the people of this world. Gods and mortals alike bow before them and swear their undying devotion to a puppet. They cannot see through the trickery of the heretic’s words…and there is a prophecy. One written in the stars and banished from all forms of text by the hand of the false god. It speaks of the Divine Creator rising up and defeating the false god to reclaim her rightful throne and free the people from the Madness with the aid of her nine champions… Lupus, Rota, Ocellus, Fila, Peregrinus, Alatus, Monoceros, Iracundus, and lastly, Palmatum …those are constellation names. Albedo, do you recognize any of them?”

  Albedo rubbed his chin. “No, I don’t. Constellations are the speciality of astrologists, not alchemists. These names must be the constellations of the new Nine Choirs.”

  “But I thought there already was a group of pre-existing Nine Choirs?”

  “Yes, but those gods existed a long time ago. There is no telling whether any of them are even still alive.” Albedo’s eyes sparkled with interest. “So, the Caratrice sitting on the Crossroads throne right now is indeed an imposter…it seems I need no further proof. The Creator has returned. And this Madness, this dark art the book alludes to, has to be what is causing so many Vessels to turn against you. The fake Caratrice is using magic to control minds.”

   The red mist of the Madness…infected minds…the thing that spoke through Jean, the way every single character who wants to kill me has some sort blood red color in their irises… it had never occurred to Cara before that the hunt being enforced throughout Monstadt might be an order enacted against the wills of those leading the charge, but now, it all did truly make sense in a strange way.

  She turned the page, and an elaborate drawing of Caratrice’s true form with her six wings completely flared out was revealed to her. Encircling the mighty dragon were seven small lights, each one a single specific color: red, green, teal, purple, dark blue, light blue, and yellowish-orange. Curious, she peered more closely at the description underneath the drawing.

   A dragon reborn has no control over its fire. The same is said for the Creator. When She returns to Teyvat to vanquish the Madness of the heavens and the Abyss, reincarnated flesh will close around renewed muscle and bone, and Her power will be limited. But if the hearts of the Seven are absorbed, true power will be gained.

   Wait, Cara thought. Those aren’t lights. Those…those are the gnoses. This picture depicted Caratrice regaining full control over Teyvat’s seven elements by absorbing the gnoses of the Archons! Could this be a way for me to get home? If I get all of the gnoses, will I gain the power to return to my own world?

  “Did you find something?” Albedo asked.

  “Yeah,” Cara replied. “I think I finally found the answers I’m looking for. Here, read this page.”

  Albedo took the book and looked it over. Cara watched his face, searching for any sign of shock, or disbelief, or even amusement as he came to the conclusion of the plan that was starting to form in her head. But he didn’t; he just slowly lowered the book down after he was done reading and stared at her.

  “Well?” Cara questioned.

  “What you are thinking of doing is impossible,” he stated. “To gain an audience with an Archon, let alone all seven of them, and then proceed to challenge them for their gnosis is practically a death wish.”

  “You want to do what?” Sucrose squeaked.

  “But it’s the only lead I have,” Cara argued. “If I get the gnoses, maybe I’ll finally be able to go home. Whether I’m an imposter or not, this book says that something will happen if someone is in possession of all seven.”

  “Do you know what you're saying?” Sucrose cried. “Cara, as much as I want to believe that this legend is true, there is no proof of whether such a plan will give you the abilities you seek! The Seven are-are gods at their full power! Some of them have been alive since the Archon War! Do you really want to risk your life and challenge them when you aren’t even sure that having all of the gnoses will be the way to regain your full power?”

  “Yes,” Cara said, with so much conviction and determination, she rendered Sucrose silent. “I will do whatever it takes to get back to my own world. I have people there waiting for me, people who I know will miss me if I stay here forever. If fighting the Archons is the only way I’ll see them again, then so be it.”

  “But Cara,” Klee said. “Aren’t you afraid?”

  Cara looked at her. “Yes,” she answered after a moment. “Yes, I’m afraid. No, I’m terrified. I don’t want to die. And despite all my big talk, I-I really don’t want to face the Archons, either. But I have to do whatever it takes. I haven’t had any leads until now. The wind pointed me towards this book for a reason. I have to believe that it was because it wanted me to know that getting the gnoses is how I get back to my world.”

  Sucrose looked down her hands with confliction. Albedo didn’t say a word. But Klee’s entire face lit up with admiration. “Wow, you really are one of the bravest, coolest gods ever, Your Grace! You may be even braver than Barbatos! I wanna help you find the Anemo Archon so you can get his gnosis thingy! Albedo, can we please help Cara?”

  Albedo sighed. “What kind of Vessels would we be if we were to refuse? We’ve been by Her Grace’s side since before she got here, and we will continue to be by her side from now on. Cara, we will help you get the Anemo gnosis, and after that, we’ll find a way to get you out of Monstadt so you can continue your journey through Teyvat. You have my word.”

  “Mine, too!” Klee cheered.

  “No doubt this will be dangerous,” Sucrose said. “But I want to help, too. Whatever you need me to do, I’ll try my best for you, Your Grace.”

  A wave of emotion swept over Cara, and she wanted to burst into tears. “Thank you, guys,” she said, voice warm with gratitude. “I-I don’t know what to say. If you really do want to help me, then I’ll accept it. But, um, before we start putting together Operation: Let’s Fight God, can I ask you guys if there’s any way to get in contact with people in Monstadt City? I have friends who were helping me back there, too, and I didn’t mean to get separated from them. I want to let them know I’m okay.”

  “Of course,” Albedo said. “Who are they?”

  “Kaeya, Bennett, and Razor.”

  “Oh! Oh!” Klee cried. “Kaeya, Bennett, and Razor are the best! Kaeya wrote the Favonius Survival Rulebook for me and he always helps me cover it up when I make a big disaster, Razor always knows the best way to fix bad things when disasters happen to keep me safe, and I always find way more treasure if I go adventuring with Bennett..even though he never finds any. I’m so glad they’re your friends, too!”

  “It’s good to know you have them on your side,” Albedo said. “Though I don’t know Razor and Bennett very well, they are good influences for Klee. Kaeya, however, sometimes isn’t, but regardless, he’s a trustworthy ally. Sucrose, Klee, can you go down to Monstadt City and find the three of them? Let them know that Cara is safe, and they can come see her whenever they wish to. But do so discreetly, please. We can’t have the knights finding out.”

  “Of course,” Sucrose said. “We’ll head off. Come along, Klee.”

  “Okay!” Klee took Sucrose’s hand. “We’ll be back soon!”

  They left the camp, and then it was just Cara and Albedo. Reassured that Razor, Bennett, and Kaeya would know she was okay, and hopeful that they in return were safe as well, she allowed herself to relax. I hope they’re alright. I hope Bennett escaped the knights. I hope they weren’t captured.

  “I would suggest you get some rest,” Albedo told her. He stood up. “We have a full day tomorrow. I will be on the lookout for Sucrose and Klee when they return.”

  “Wait, what? What do you mean, we have a full day tomorrow? What are we doing?”

  Albedo smiled knowingly at her. “If you are planning on fighting gods, then you need to be prepared for the battles to come. Without the seven gnoses, you will never regain your full power, so we need to assure that you have the physical fighting skills to take on an Archon.”

  “What are you saying?” Cara asked.

  “I’m saying this,” Albedo answered. “Starting tomorrow, I am going to teach you how to wield a sword.”

  “Oh,” Cara said. “Oh. Makes sense, I guess.” To fight, one needed a weapon, and she had always favored the idea of learning how to use a sword even before she arrived in Teyvat.

  Albedo nodded. “Your training begins in the morning. If you need me, I’ll be right outside. Get some sleep.” And then he left the camp as well to disappear into the Dragonspine wilderness. Cara was left alone with her thoughts.

  She looked at the book, stared into the eyes of Caratrice, and sighed, before placing the book on the floor and laying down to nestle deeper into her blankets. She closed her eyes.

Steal the seven gnoses. Or die trying.

God, I am so doomed.

Noelle wished she weren’t so nervous.

  She understood that she was here to gather information. In order for things to go smoothly, being here was necessary. Standing at the side of the Acting Grand Master’s desk, the maid listened intently to the conversation between Lisa, Amber, and Eula. Jean was sitting down, her hands folded over her mouth with her eyes closed, lost in thought. Leaning against the handrail of the office’s elevated portion was Mona Megistus, an astrologist that Noelle did not know well. Hovering before the Hydro user was a conjured scryglass depicting a muddled circle of hazy stars. Her brow was furrowed in frustrated concentration, and every now and then, she muttered something under her breath.

  “We have no idea if she’s even in Monstadt, anymore,” Amber was saying. “Those teleport waypoints are connected all over Teyvat. She could be halfway across the world right now, and we wouldn’t even know!”

  “I don’t think she’s left Monstadt,” Lisa said. “If she did, Her Grace would have told us by now. She must have been transported to another region nearby the city.”

  “But how did she even activate it in the first place?” Amber started pacing back and forth. “It makes no sense. They only respond to us Vessels when we’re being envoyed by the Creator. You…you don’t think she’s a Vessel going rogue, do you?”

  “Impossible,” Eula said. She wore dueling emotions on her face: one was shame, most likely due to the fact that the “imposter” escaped on her watch. The other was pure rage. “I refuse to believe such a heretical creature could ever be in the good graces of the Almother. Her Grace told us that we are dealing with an agent of chaos sent by the Destroyer himself to upheave the peace in Teyvat. She must have some sort of power born from the Abyss that allows her to use the waypoints.”

  “Well, then where do we go from here?” Amber asked. “How are we going to find her?”

  They both looked at Lisa. The librarian shrugged. “Don’t look at me. I may be a librarian, but I’m not all knowing. Jean, do you perhaps have anything to add to this?”

  Jean opened her eyes. “Mona,” she said. “Have you found any information on the imposter’s future?”

  “Well, you see, that’s the problem.” Mona waved her scryglass away and sighed. “In order to truly obtain a reading that will accurately tell me a person’s fate, I must know their constellation. All I have to do is look at the stars, and this piece of information is easily revealed to me. And it was. The heretic’s constellation is Veritas Primalis. However, that is all I know. Every time I try to look into her future or attempt to figure out where she landed after using the teleport waypoint, my scryglass becomes virtually impossible to read. It’s like there’s some elemental blockage preventing me from learning anything about her beyond what her constellation is.”

  Noelle relaxed when she heard this news. Good, she thought, but she didn’t let this be known. Amber and Eula looked troubled. Lisa didn’t look surprised, just slightly annoyed. Jean nodded calmly, but the protruding jugular vein on her neck showed her silent anger. “I see.”

  “I’m sorry for the inconvenience, Acting Grand Master,” Mona said apologetically. “My only guess as to why my scryglass is acting up like this is that the heretic is using the power of Armageddon to keep her fate obscured. Hydromancy can tell us mortals many things, but in the face of a god’s power, it can be rendered useless.”

  “There’s no need to apologize, Mona,” Jean assured. “You’ve done all you can here, and I will forever be thankful for it.”

   Maybe they will give up the hunt, Noelle hoped. Maybe this will finally be when they stop this madness. There are no leads, no ways of even knowing whether she’s in Monstadt, anymore. This is good. Perhaps I won’t have to fight my friends, at all.

  “However,” Jean continued. “There is more you can do later on, if you would accept the position I am offering to you.”

  Noelle stiffened. What?

  “Hm?” Mona said. “Well, I’ll listen to your offer. What is it?”

  Jean pulled a piece of paper lying on her desk closer to her. Noelle could see a list of names written on it. “I took counsel with Her Grace before this meeting. She told me to put together a hunting party. The four people on this team were handpicked by her. Mona, you are one of those people. If I asked you to join three others to travel Monstadt’s regions to find and kill the imposter once and for all, would you accept?”

  Mona looked absolutely flabbergasted. “Me? Her Grace handpicked me? I-I cannot believe this! It’s a great honor-ah, I mean, yes! Of course I accept! Who are the other three people, if I may ask?”

  Jean read off of the paper. “These are Her Grace’s own words. “Find Sister Rosaria of the Church of Favonius, Amber the Outrider, the astrologer Mona Megistus, and Diluc Ragnvindr of Dawn Winery. The imposter is still somewhere in your nation. Where exactly, I don’t know. But I want these four to find her and bring me her head. They will be the hounds. The rest of you will be the hunters. Stay in Monstadt and be on guard. I have a feeling that the heretic will be back in the city soon.”

  “I was chosen by Her Grace, too?” Amber cried with astonished glee.

  “Ooo, so we are to be the hunters and the hounds, are we?” Lisa said. She was grinning like a cat. “How fun. I’m looking forward to seeing the little fox caught.”

  “It will be a glorious day when that happens,” Eula growled. “It will be the day when vengeance is officially served!”

  “This is certainly news I wasn’t expecting to hear,” Mona said, still obviously shocked. “But if this came directly from Her Grace, then I will accept her orders gladly. I…do not want to know what would happen if I were to refuse.”

  “Good.” Jean nodded. “I’ll gather the other hounds here later today. You four will set off tomorrow.” She smiled. “This is the highest honor I can ever think of receiving. I know you and the others won’t disappoint. None of us will. We will kill that imposter if it is the last thing we do.”

  “M-Master Jean,” Noelle blurted out. Everyone stared at her. She gulped and tried to steady her voice. “Um, if I may ask, why wasn’t I, or Master Kaeya, chosen?”

  Jean blinked. “I…do not know. But don’t think this means that Her Grace doesn’t care for you, Noelle. Everyone here knows that you put enormous effort into everything you do, including the Creator. You are Monstadt’s strongest Geo user, so you were probably chosen to remain in the city to act as an impenetrable defense.”

  “Yeah, Noelle!” Amber agreed. “You're super resilient, and super strong! You swing that claymore like it’s a child’s toy, and that shield of yours can take on any attack!”

  “Amber speaks the truth,” Eula said. “You are an incredible asset to Monstadt’s safety. I cannot think of anyone who would be better equipped to keep our citizens safe from harm.”

  “As for why Kaeya wasn’t chosen as well…” Jean hesitated before continuing. “It may have to do with the fact that Diluc was chosen to be on the hunting party. But, let’s not get into that. Noelle, I’ll make sure that both you and him are well-informed on the hunt for the imposter, so please, don’t feel rejected or left out.”

  “Oh, no, I never thought that at all!” Noelle said. She withheld her true thoughts. I hope Kaeya and I aren’t suspected by the false god. “It is my honor to serve as Monstadt’s defense. I will do everything I can to keep all of us safe from the imposter.”

  “That’s what I like to hear,” Jean praised. “Don’t worry. Everything will be fine. We will catch her.” She pushed her chair back and stood up. “Meeting dismissed. Mona and Amber, please come with me. We’re going to go find the rest of your team members. Everyone else, begin preparing surveillance throughout the city. We need to make sure that if the heretic returns, we will know, and we will be ready.”

  Everyone shuffled out of the office and went on their way. Noelle pretended to adjust her priestess hat as the others left. When she saw they were gone, she quickly darted up to the headquarter’s second floor. Her destination was the first room to the right.

  This is bad, she thought. Four of Monstadt’s strongest Vessels, all on the same team…oh, Barbatos, how could this happen? I have to warn Kaeya. I have to do something. If we don’t act first, Her Grace is as good as dead.

Kaeya was afraid.

  He wasn’t one who enjoyed admitting to himself when such an emotion held him hostage. He tried to remain cool-headed in any situation, showing nothing but confidence and a leveled outlook as he endured whatever obstacle he was faced with. But now though, as he sat as his desk in his office and scanned a map of Monstadt’s various regions with a frantic eye, he knew he had to acknowledge that this was a time of his life where he would not be able to combat his terror.

  Last night, he had made a dire mistake. While standing guard for Cara during her errand in the library’s restricted section, he had been shocked to see Lisa walk out of said library with Razor by her side. At first, he had feared the worst: Razor had sold them out, and now Kaeya, Bennett, and Cara would be executed together. But for a split second, when the two of them shared a brief interval of silent conversation through eye contact, he understood the truth. The wolf boy was acting as a distraction. And Lisa was not supposed to be here. She should have been investigating the false tip he had sent in about a sighting of the imposter in the area around Dawn Winery with the rest of the knights. It was a completely unanticipated move, and it frustrated him to see that his carefully laid out plan of leading their adversaries astray had gone wrong.

  He had met Lisa with practiced manipulation, explaining to her that he had taken the night to complete some last-minute paperwork and was just heading out to the Angel’s Share for a drink. She didn’t question him about why he wasn’t at Dawn Winery with the other captains; no one had even asked him to go, most likely due to his strained relationship with Diluc. In an attempt to save Razor from being pulled away, therefore potentially inhibiting Cara’s success, Kaeya followed the two of them outside, though he knew this wasn’t a very intelligent move on his part. What would Cara think when she saw he was gone? What if the knights returned early? Would she deem him a traitor? Would she refuse to trust him again?

  The knights won’t return early, he had reminded himself. You specifically planned for them to remain at Dawn Winery well into the night. Cara will get out of the headquarters without any hindrance. She knows I wouldn’t betray her. Young Bennett will bring her somewhere safe, and once I get Razor away from Lisa, the four of us will reconvene. It will be fine. I have this under control.

  As it turned out, Kaeya, for all of his meticulous planning and smooth talking, did not have everything under control. Because as cunning as he was, he could not anticipate that the false Creator would somehow discover that Cara was in the library. He did not expect “Her Grace” to use Eula and a group of knights as surprise attack dogs with the command to wait outside of the library entrance for Cara to walk right into their clutches. By the time he had made it back to the headquarters, Cara was gone. Bennett was now suddenly a wanted criminal, and to keep him safe, Razor had whisked him away to Wolvendom. Kaeya was left completely alone-and thus, he was officially afraid for his god.

   How did this happen? he thought. His gaze continued to rove over the map, its weathered parchment filled with scribbled notes and thumbtacks that identified possible locations as to where Cara could be hiding. How did the fake Creator find out? Was she using Lisa as a set of eyes? Does she have spies within the city? No, that can’t be it. If that were the case, I would be arrested right now. It has to be something else. Damnit, why was Lisa even in the library in the first place? Jean must have told her to stay behind as backup. That’s the only logical explanation.

   His knee was bouncing, and his hand unconsciously went to pull at his hair. Frustration and desperation were building up inside of him as he stared at the map. He had to find Cara before the knights did. He couldn’t let her die. Not only was she his god, but she was his friend, too. She was most likely the only friend he had. He would not abandon her in her time of need.

  Something on the map caught his attention. Stormterror’s Lair was circled-not by his hand, but most likely from a knight who had previously used this same map for tracking. High numbers of Abyss Mages here, an old note was written at the top of the circling. Do not engage unless you have a Vision.

  “The Abyss Order,” he mumbled. “It was your people, wasn’t it? You were the spies.” An Abyss Mage sneaking into Monstadt City’s walls to cause havoc was not unheard of. He knew of the Abyss Order’s founding, how they were sworn enemies of the Creator and would do anything to soil her name. Could the false Creator be striking a deal with the Abyss Order in order to stop Cara from regaining her true power? It was not an unlikely theory, and it made sense. An Abyss Mage would use its magic to locate Cara and then proceed to send that information to the real imposter. It would explain why neither him, nor Razor, were arrested too, since only Cara was the known target. He would keep this prospect in mind for the future; if Cara really was being stalked by the Abyss Order, then he would have to put a stop to it. His loyalty to his god came before his past.

  A series of knocks on his office door made his head shoot up. Kaeya quickly rolled up the map and tucked it carefully into his desk. “Come in,” he called.

  The door opened, and in stepped Noelle. Kaeya did not relax; if anything, her presence gave him even more anxiety, for he knew she had essential information for him that would confirm Cara as either alive or dead.

  Noelle did not salute to him, or run through any of the typical Knights of Favonius formalities she took so much care in enacting. Instead, she only clasped her hands together and immediately informed him of what he needed to hear. “They’re putting together a hunting party. An official one, made up of four Vessels chosen by the false Creator herself. They’re going to scour every region of Monstadt until they find Her Grace and kill her.”

  Just as he feared. “Who did the false Creator choose?”

  “Sister Rosaria of the Church of Favonius, Mona Megistus the astrologer, Outrider Amber, and…and your brother.”

  Kaeya stiffened, his hands clenching. Of course, he thought. Because why wouldn’t he end up being involved? But it does make sense. Mona combats Bennett, Rosaria cancels out both him and Razor, Amber is a natural tracker and can use her bow to take out Cara from a far distance, and Diluc…Diluc cancels out me. The false Creator really did think of everything.

  “Master Kaeya, what are we going to do?” Noelle asked. “If the hunting party finds Her Grace, she won’t stand a chance against their combined strength. How are we going to find her first?”

  Kaeya shook his head. “I don’t know.”

  “You don’t know?” Noelle sounded shocked. “B-But Master Kaeya, you always have a plan. We just can’t sit here and do nothing! We must act first!”

  Kaeya pressed a hand to his temples and closed his eye. “I know,” he said. “I know we have to act first. But without any leads, we’re as lost as the hunting party. Our only option is to track their movements and hope we can snatch Cara out of danger before they attack.”

  “Master Jean did say she was going to keep us informed on what is happening with the hunting party,” Noelle said. “So, I guess that could work…Oh, Barbatos will have to send us a miracle though if we are to outsmart the entirety of the knights.”

  Kaeya thought of Venti and wanted to laugh. “Don’t bother praying to him. Barbatos will sooner join the hunting party than go against it.” He stood up and made for the door. “Come along, Noelle. I have an idea. We may be able to gain some information by wrenching it out of an Abyss Mage or two-”

  As he was walking out, someone crashed into him. Kaeya went flailing backwards, but was quickly caught by Noelle to stop his fall.

  “Ohmygosh, Mr. Kaeya, I’m so sorry!” The young figure of Klee came rushing over to him. “I didn’t mean to run into you. Please don’t tell Master Jean, I can’t be put into solitary confinement today!”

  “Oh, Klee.” Kaeya felt relieved. “It’s only you.” At first, he had been afraid that he had stumbled upon an eavesdropper, but he was sure that Klee was far too young for Jean or even the fake imposter to involve in the hunt. “What are you doing running around in the halls? Didn’t Jean tell you not to do that? You could trip and hurt yourself.”

  “I know, I know, and I’m sorry. But you don’t understand! We came all the way from Dragonspine to talk to you about something very, very important!”

  “We?” Kaeya questioned.

  “I’m with her.” A new person joined them; it was Sucrose, the young bio-alchemist who worked as Albedo’s assistant. She gave him a polite nod. “H-Hello, Master Kaeya. Um, Mr. Albedo, he-he sent Klee and I to give you an important message.”

  “Oh? And what could that be?”

  Sucrose looked over her shoulder nervously. “Can we talk about it inside your office? It’s, um, a very private matter.”

  “Certainly.” Kaeya allowed the two newcomers to shuffle inside, then dutifully closed the door. Sucrose opened her mouth to begin, but when she saw Noelle, she froze. “Oh, Noelle! I, um, didn’t notice you were here at first. I apologize for not saying hello. Klee and I, we practically ran here, so I’m a little winded.”

  “Oh, that’s alright, Sucrose. It’s wonderful to see you.” Noelle side-eyed Kaeya, silently asking him if he wanted her to leave. Kaeya shook his head. Stay. If this important message Albedo had for him involved Cara, then he wanted her to hear it. Noelle could lead a rescue mission if he was unable to, so it was essential that she was aware of every detail.

  Sucrose still seemed hesitant to talk. Klee was watching Noelle carefully, then tugged at Sucrose’s hand. “I think it’s okay to tell her, Sucrose. Noelle is a nice lady. She would never do anything bad!”

  “Sucrose,” Kaeya said. “If I may ask…does this message Albedo has for me happen to be about the conflict about the imposter?”

  “Yes!” Klee answered before Sucrose could. “Only she is not an imposter, and I know you don’t think she is too, because she told me so!”

  “Klee!” Sucrose cried. “You're revealing too much information!”

  “It’s alright,” Kaeya said. “You can tell us everything. I take it Her Grace is with Albedo, then?”

  Sucrose sighed. “I suppose since Her Grace did say you were a friend of hers, it’s okay to tell you everything. Yes, she is currently with Mr. Albedo right now. We found her by a teleport waypoint near his camp. She’s safe, so you don’t have to worry. She wanted Klee and I to tell you, Bennett, and Razor that.”

  “Oh, that is certainly a relief,” Noelle sighed.

  “Yes, it definitely is.” Kaeya felt like slumping to the floor; after being worried for an entire night and morning about whether Cara was dead or alive, it was welcoming news to hear that she was alright.

  “Where are Bennett and Razor?” Klee asked, slightly disappointed. “I wanted to see them.”

  “They’re in Wolvendom,” Kaeya replied. “Bennett was seen helping Her Grace escape the city last night, so he’s currently not welcome here anymore, and he’s in hiding. We should find the two of them right away. I know they’re eager to hear about Cara’s safety.”

  “Sucrose, have you heard about what Master Jean is planning?” Noelle asked the other girl. “There’s going to be a hunting party! If they show up in Dragonspine, it is essential that you keep Her Grace hidden from view!”

  “A hunting party?” Sucrose repeated, paling. “Oh, no, that’s-that’s not good at all!”

  “No, it isn’t,” Kaeya said. As he did, however, a lightbulb suddenly went off in his mind. The hunting party was made up of only four people…but here he was with Noelle, Sucrose, and Klee, three Vision users who were on Cara’s side. Add in himself, Bennett, Razor, and Albedo, and that was six Vessels who believed in the true Creator. If they were forced to face the hunting party in combat, they would have a high chance of winning. And of course, there were others as well…“But while it is something we should worry about, I think I may have a plan to stop them from killing Cara.”

  “You have a plan now?” Noelle said. She sounded delighted.

  “Yes, and it may just work. To make sure the hunting party doesn’t endanger Her Grace…perhaps we should form a party of our own.”

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note: PART 3 WE'RE SPEEDRUNNING THIS SERIES /HJ

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!!Warning/s!!: Slight mentions of Blood

note for the fic: OKAY SO MONA DIDN'T ATTEND WHEN THE IMPOSTER APPEARED IN MONDSTADT, too busy being in liyue and being a slay broke astrologist

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The Meaning of Mercy

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Before they passed out, they could feel the small wind the crystalflies gave as they surrounded them.

"Hey" A voice called. "Heyy"

(name) opened their eyes. "Oh you're awake." A familiar looking person said. Their eyes too blurry to make sense of their surroundings at the moment.

(name) wiped the sleepiness out of their face, and sat up. Eyes trying to focus on the purple figure.

"M-Mona?" (name) exclaimed.

"Yes, it is I. Astrologist Mona Megistus." She said, putting her hands on her waist. "Is there anything you need? You seem very disheveled."

"Why are you asking this?"

"Huh?"

"Weren't you at the ceremony?" (name) asked, standing up.

"What ceremony?" Mona asked. (name) kept silent just in case.

Mona focused on her gaze on (name). Trying to read their expressions, if they're lying. But Mona couldn't read anything.

Slash then a shriek. Mona backed away in terror. (name) looked worriedly at Mona. What Mona saw wasn't something normal. She felt traumatized, all she saw in their fate was a slash of a sword, then a sudden flash of gold.

Mona looked at (name)'s eyes. She could see it now, the small stars in their eyes. Reflecting the night sky of Teyvat. Their eyes were as pure as oceans, as beautiful as the moon.

Yet, Mona could see a small sense of worry there. Not because Mona was very quiet. But something else.

Mona did a once over on (name). Nothing too particularly extravagant. Was this their Creator in the flesh? They didn't seem to have much noticeable about them. But, it might get her struck down if she were to judge.

She kneeled in front of (name).

"Mona?" (name) said worriedly. "Are you okay? W-why are you kneeling?"

"It is only out of respect, Your Grace." Mona said. "I feel a sense of worry in you, and your fate had... something I don't have a positive feeling about. So I will do my best to protect you."

"You don't have to do this, and please quit with the 'Your Grace' thing. It's strange." (name) replied. "Please just use my name, (name)."

"Alright Yo- (name)." Mona stood up and looked at (name) with concern. "Why were you passed out on the ground? And, what ceremony are you talking about?"

"Ah well.." (name) went silent. "..I'll answer the ceremony part first."

"The ceremony took place at the cathedral. Everyone, except you... Uhh, I think Albedo wasn't there? Neither was Sucrose. But, the 'Creator' appeared, they had the same face as me too..

"Then they pointed at me and said something along the lines of, 'It's a disgrace to have the Creator's face.. The punishment is bloodshed.' Then a lot of people started chasing me, I don't think everyone did, I don't know why though. They chased me until around Springvale? Until a strong wind hit, I think it was from Venti."

"Who's Venti?" Mona asked.

"Oh, Venti is a bard. But, I guess since there's no point in hiding his real identity, he's Barbatos." (name) explained. Mona looked surprised at their words. Even Barbatos tried to kill you?

It was strange, Mona only heard from myths and legends that the Creator was very kind and casual. Hearing how the imposter acted made her a bit furious. How didn't they understand who was the real Creator and the fake one?

"Oh I almost forgot to mention why I passed out, so I-"

"I apologize for interrupting you, (name). But I don't think that needs an explanation anymore." Mona said. "I'm very frustrated that the citizens of Mondstadt weren't able to tell if the imposter was a fake. I'm sure people have heard of how they act, but how were they so blind? Now, I feel I have more of a need to protect you.

"I remember you mentioned that Albedo and Sucrose weren't at the ceremony? I've only heard of them, but I think we should go to them. If alchemy can help protect you in a way, I think we should go to them." Mona said with a straight face.

"Oh..." (name) fell silent once again. Hearing how genuine Mona sounded made their heart ache. They felt happy that someone was on their side, but it felt wrong. In some way, it felt very wrong. Probably because they were chased out of Mondstadt.

"Albedo and Sucrose might be at Dragonspine. Albedo usually works there and Sucrose may be helping them." (name) sighed. Dragonspine's route would usually pass through Mondstadt, meaning there's a chance that (name) would get chased again. With the addition of Mona, how would she be if her reputation was ruined? She would be in danger too because she helped the person 'impersonating the Creator'.

"Let's not waste any time. Especially since your life is at stake here. I know a path to Dragonspine that doesn't involve going near the city. Although I don't know how far Albedo's camp may be from there if we take that route." Mona said, getting (name) out of their thoughts. "There's a chance you don't know the route to the camp if we use the path there-"

"No, I remember the paths clearly. Especially with all those months of exploring." (name) interrupted.

"Alright, let's go then." Mona said, holding their wrist.

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So me and my friend are talking about mona,and i mention that i still don't have mona,jean,qiqi,or keqing because of my luck,and i got 2 blue fates while upgrading my chasm thingy thingy,and guess who came home

They're self aware and idk if i should be happy or shit my pants.

[goldensunsetchild]

To Answer The Call | SAGAU one-shot|

A/N: I wrote this one-shot because I wanted to celebrate that I won the 50/50 even though I didn't have it guaranteed so now grandma is home. I also decided to use the Lantern Rite invitation to invite Ga Ming because he's such a sunshine I love him so much. So, I hope you like this.

CW: fem!reader, a little (cough*highly*cough) self indulgent, Zhongli mentioned to be the creator's favorite.

Word count: 899 words

Featuring: Xianyun and Ga Ming

It was no secret that the thing the vision holders wanted the most was to receive the call, from their creator. Aside from the ones that were chosen as starting companions, there were only a few lucky ones that got the chance to receive said calling as it seemed that Her Grace was someone really picky when it came to choosing those that were going to be called to her side. Among all the Liyue vision holders, it seemed that the favorite of Her Grace was none other than the Wangsheng Funeral Parlor Consultant; Mr. Zhongli.

Most believed that it was because of his extensive knowledge of Liyue's history, perhaps Her Grace liked knowledgeable people the most. However, people like the adepti knew that the reason was... something else; Morax was the god of contracts and as such Her Grace found suitable to made a contract with him in order to guarantee that he would answer the call when the time came. Of course, he answered her call half because of the contract and half because he would never dream to ignore his creator.

Some time after that news arrived that the next in answering the call was Miss Keqing, the Yuheng from the Qixing. Almost at the same time news from Fontaine said that the Chief of Justice, Mr. Neuvillette also answered Her Grace's call and even from Mondstadt an astrologist named Mona Megistus also answered said calling. Of course there was more than just them who had already the privilege of answering her call, including the Tianquan of the Liyue Qixing Miss Ningguang and the famous opera performer Miss Yun Jin.

As member of the adepti Cloud Retainer also had the secret wish that maybe some day her creator would call for her, after moving to live among humans and making a new identity she awaited every day. And when the time finally came, she saw it and heard it... the call from her creator so of course she answered immediately and next time she knew she was in front of the Traveler. Though it would be more appropriate to say that she was in front of her, there was no way of mistaking that right golden eye that shined with ancient power. But why was her expression so... surprised? Disappointed? The adeptus couldn't really tell at all.

"Xianyun? Wow... I mean, thank you so much for answering my call. I... I'm actually surprised because I thought that you might have not wanted to answer my call."

How could she not? Nothing could ever be more important than being at her creator's service, she glanced at her and noticed that after saying those words Her Grace smiled at her, it seemed that after all she was pleased with her answering to her call. Of course, as soon as she got within Her Grace's grasp she immediately showered the adeptus with a lot of gifts and also bestowed her with more power. Just like she had done with all of the other acolytes that answered her calling, Her Grace really loved them so deeply. So, the news that Miss Xianyun from Qiaoying Village got called by Her Grace spread out until it reached Yilong Wharf where a certain young man was also wishing that her creator called for him.

Everyone knew his name, Gaming, one of the guards for the Sword and Strongbox Secure Transport Agency. A lively and passionate boy who also loved Wushou Dances, of course as everyone else he wanted to get the chance to be called by Her Grace but he never thought that he would have more than what he expected because he also got to meet her in person. It was no secret that the blond traveler better known as the Hero of Liyue was the creator's vessel, so when he met with them at Liyue Harbor he thought of himself as a really lucky person.

And to his surprise he not only met Her Grace but also she helped him to reconcile with his father, could he be more lucky? Of course he could, because he felt so special when she extend him a letter and it happened it was no ordinary letter because it was actually an invitation to join her. He was so worried that she would never call for him but it turned out that she prepared an invitation for him and only him. He opened the letter and of course, soon he received tons of gifts and even more power.

"Since you weren't answering for my calls I thought that maybe it would be better to give you an invitation in person. That way you wouldn't be able to reject me right?"

She said, her right golden eye shining as bright as the sun. Gaming felt his heart racing like crazy, he wanted to tell her that it was not that he was ignoring her calls but it seemed that they got lost and never reached him but now... Now he was by her side and not only that, he was not going to forget so easily how excited she seemed upon meeting him for the first time or when she said such things like he was "her precious sunny boy", he didn't have any clue what that meant but for some reason it sounded special and it made him feel that way: special.

[sunny-fox]

In Another Dimension (part 2)

SAGAU! Genshin in Creator! Reader’s world

Reader’s pronouns: they/them

Warnings: cult behaviour

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Imagine...

Ayaka arranging a blanket over your shoulders carefully. You had fallen asleep while writing, head resting on your folded arms. Your posture didn’t look too comfortable and your eyebrows were sort of scrunched up, probably in discomfort or a nightmare, but you seemed content with your current situation. Ayaka brushing a lock of hair away from your face, smiling softly and hoping that you’ll have a good rest.

Making a pillow fort with Xinyan, Hu Tao and Yoimiya. Gathering all of your pillows and piling them in a corner of your room, with blankets tied to hooks on the walls to form makeshift tents. Xinyan getting all of you to sing along with her, playing her instrument as quietly as she could - she doesn’t want to disturb your neighbours, after all. Hu Tao, propping a torchlight in the middle of the fort for a pretend campfire as she tells her favourite ghost stories. Yoimiya eventually dragging the three of you outdoors at night to light up some sparklers.

Catching the kids red-handed for trying on your clothes. Klee was struggling to put on your jacket properly, with Sayu attempting to help her, when the door suddenly opened. You stand in the doorway, completely dumbfounded at the mess - they practically pulled every piece of clothing from your drawers and closet - before realising what they were doing. Qiqi standing silently in a corner with one of your shirts over her original clothes. Diona quickly taking off your scarf, claiming that she was just feeling curious. They had to help you with folding the clothes and putting them back into their original places - the adults chided them for making a mess - but hey, it was worth it.

A movie marathon with Rosaria, Ayato and Diluc. Rosaria doesn’t mind watching horror movies. She does let you bury your face in her shoulder when some scary scene is on the screen. Ayato prefers watching classic films over and over again, though you try to convince him to watch something new. Diluc doesn’t mind any genre of movies - he’s okay with watching any, but you do notice his preference for suspense films. If you fall asleep before the movie ends, they’ll have their own way of dealing with it. Rosaria would just sit there, not moving an inch till you wake up. Ayato would carry you to your bed and tuck you in. Diluc would grab a blanket and cover you with it, then proceed to fall asleep as well. 

Star-gazing with Mona on the balcony at midnight. Your hands are wrapped around a mug of hot drink, telling her everything you know about the constellations in your world. Mona jotting down every single word in a notebook, even if she doesn’t know the names of half the constellations you mentioned. To her, it’s a divine opportunity to talk to Their Grace in private, even more so when you started talking about constellations.

Reading books with Xingqiu and Yae. Xingqiu can and will read every book you’ve got on your shelves. Even better if you’re a writer, be it a professional one or a hobbyist. You can be sure that he’s more than happy to read all of your works. Yae still prefers light novels, so sometimes you bring her to bookstores to choose a few. Which often leads to Yae catching sight of more and more genres of books that seemed interesting, and after hours of flipping through the volumes, she decides that she needs to buy a few of them as well.

Practicing Liyuean calligraphy with Zhongli and Ningguang. You’ve bought a set of calligraphy tools for them a few days after they were transported to this world. Zhongli making a demonstration before you start your practice, the brush dancing gracefully across the paper. Ningguang’s brush strokes are slower and calmer, each stroke carefully painted to create the best result. You’re interested in their mastery of the skill, watching them closely as the words form brush after brush. Zhongli and Ningguang explaining the meanings of the words/poems they wrote, smiling as you nod in understanding and fascination.

[greenteaanon]

Diviner Reader/ Tarot Reading Reader

In Genshin Impact SAGAU

Both Fluff and Imposter AU

A/N: Was in a middle of Tarot Reading for myself when I Thought of this haha....

A little fun fact about me I can read Tarot that's all.

Warnings: The Usual Imposter Sagau Stuff a shit ton of fluff is you squint

Fluff AU:

You burst in Mona's apartment with food and some cards in hand. "Mona! Mona! I have some food C'mon let's eat!"

"Y—your grace I didn't expect you—and for you to bring food, I—i should've predicted this, Please, come in" Mona stammered out. "Nahh it's Alright Come on let's sit" you went in after Mona opened the door wide open. You sat down at the clean table Mona has. Mona Shyly sat down and kept fidgeting. "Hey!...It's ok you don't need to act so formal around me" you assured her.

Mona just nodded and said "Y-yes of course, thank you for Bringing me food" you just smiled sweetly and pulled up your satchel up and put out a deck of cards. "Hey How would It feel if we taught eachother Divination, I'll teach you Tarot and maybe you can teach me Astrology?"

"W-wait really!?" Mona Gasped at your request. You nodded at her and beamed. You now spent like the next 3 hours learning astrology while Mona learns about Tarot.

Imposter AU:

In this Teyvat, Tarot was considered a divine thing and cannot not be used by anyone. Anyways you woke up in teyvat people hunted you down for being an imposter..now here you are in dragonspine reminiscing about why you? Why were you being treated like this? Clutching your small satchel you felt a familiar rectangular shape of a box you took it out to see your tarot deck.

You wanted to cry more. You decided to do a 3 card pull. You shuffled your cards. Then Cut the deck. Cut the deck again. The sound of cards flushing against each other was comforting. Then a card fell to the ground. The Tower, Upright...you felt your face turn pale...

Words flashes in your head quickly as it came 'Chaos, Ruin, Unwanted Changed, Violence'. It's Not like you didn't know you continued cutting the deck. Two cards fell. The page of swords and 10 of swords reversed. You wanted to cry.

You put it all together "The Tower: Chaos and Violence, The Page of Swords: Prying Eyes and Truth, The Ten of Swords reversed: Forgiveness......" You said it out loud then stared at the cards for a moment and mumbled "Haha....please be real...for once I'm wishing the prediction is correct"

Moving on with your misrable day measuring the time with a trick you found on how to figure out the time without a clock. It was a little over 4 in the afternoon. Time passed as you searched for food. You sighed heavily, you were in Wolvendom now trying to find Berries to eat when you thought to pull another card. Sounds good doesn't it..right?..right.

You sat down on the grass placing the wolfhook berries right next to you. You took out your card deck and shuffled and cut it like you always do. Being indecisive of choosing what card to pick you just continued to cut the deck till a card fell out— right on cue the card fell out. Justice Up right, You sat there thinking about what it means. "Cause and Effect, Win-win, solutions, the truth comes out" you mumbled about you kept repeating it till your intuition fell on The Truth comes out.

"the truth comes out...the truth comes out..oh come on not again..what do you mean???" You Spoke to the tarot deck fully knowing it won't reply verbally. Annoyed you placed the card on your lap and decided to pull another one. "The Moon Reversed...the moon reversed...wait..That's the same meaning??? Truth is revealed" you huffed in annoyance as you picked up your cards and berries. You put the berries in your bag and put the tarot deck back in its box and carried it on your hands.

"Your Grace Wait!" A Certain Bard Shouted. You Panicked and Ran to Dragonspine. It seems that Venti's shouts caught the attention of Multitudes of people...Welp yer fucked.

You ran and Hid in a cave. Hearing the heavy footsteps of everyone run by, you sighed. The world of Teyvat was so cruel you just want to rest

"H-hey? Y-your grace, I-im very sorry" The Wind Borne Bard Found you and sat next to you. "Don't be, I'm Sorry' for what ever I did" you apologized back even tho you had nothing to apologize for. He hugged you "You Have nothing to be sorry for, it was Our Mistake"

[ranalatus]

The Imposter — The First

A little after Kaeya and True God's interaction

genre: SAGAU, villain/imposter AU, isekai

characters: mona, creator of teyvat (actual god)

warnings: wounds, mona gets hurt (not seriously tho)

notes: i sprained my foot and cannot leave my bed because everytime i do it tells my foot to stab itself so here i am with a The Imposter extra 😍👍 /lh

Being in the ruins isn’t exactly unusual for Mona

When they’re cleared from monsters, it is an ideally quiet place. She could easily focus on her divination in these places. Far from untrustworthy people, and a large space that still allows the wind to greet her

Except, heading into these ruins in particular has her heart thumping against her ribcage. She feels sweat form on her palms in a way she has never experienced before. The wind grows harsher, and the shrubbery only thickens. Teyvat is keeping her away, and for good reason

Because this is currently where the true God of their world is taking refuge in

She gulps the farther she enters. The more thorns growing from the ground means the closer she is to the Creator. She wants to turn back, to forget what she saw and live life in ignorant bliss. But this is their God, and the stars told her that she needed to see them

The stars wouldn’t lie to her, right?

Her footsteps stop. She stares at the giant curtain of vines overgrowing right in front of her. It is dark, and thick and it looked frightening. Another way to scare off curious adventurers or determined knights

No, the stars would never lie to her

And so she steels herself, breaking through the thick vines and pushing in. It was hard to breathe, and she’s pretty sure a bug or two bit her. Her hat is struggling to stay on and some thorns are digging into her skin, but onward she goes. This is nothing compared to what their God had gone through

Light peeks through as she pushes away some more vines. Her heart thumps once more, an electrifying feeling coursing through her veins. The more the light peeks, the more the warm aura possesses her, much like it did before the imposter hunt began

And when she finally made it, there she sees them. Taking a defensive stance, a wooden training sword firmly in their grasp. Their wounds are somewhat patched up and their clothes look a lot like something people on the poorer side of Mondstadt would wear

Mona doesn’t know who gave those to them, but they certainly deserve much, much more

Immediately, she falls to her knees. Her skin scratches against the stone floors of the ruins, but it doesn’t matter. Finally, finally she is with their God once more, and the warm aura embraces her again

The first to find out the truth, Mona Megistus

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— Part 6 is on the way! It may be a bit ooc since I haven't unlocked Inazuma yet but ignore that ehe

[yintsukareta]

note: guys im, im so happy, ITS ONLY BEEN A FEW DAYS AND WE'RE ALREADY AT OUR NEXT GOAL i never thought i could have this much support ily 💕💕💕

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(name) closed their eyes and let themselves rest for now. They had a long day, and they would have another long day tomorrow.

Mona let out a yelp. One way to start a day, (name) guessed, opened their eyes and looked at the embarrassed astrologist with a blank face. Still too drowsy to comprehend anything.

"Y-Your Grace! I-I apologize for- for accidentally doing such a presumptuous action!" Mona exclaimed.

"No, it's alright." (name) smiled. They stood up, dusting themselves off.

"I think we need to go to Dragonspine." Mona said, summoning one of her hydromancy circles. "The path is clear for now, we have to hurry while we can."

Mona sighed and opened the door. (name) followed behind. Mona returned the rusty key to Huai'an and rushed to Guili Plains. The two needed to go quick, Archons know if Albedo and Sucrose have been informed.

They made a turn to Mingyun Village, hilichurls didn't seem to mind them. Which was helpful, if there were anything that disrupted them, they would be delayed. Archons know if Albedo was informed yet.

The two rested in one of the abandoned houses. A hilichurl approached the two but didn't hurt them. It shouted something incomprehensible then ran back to its camp. The two looked at each other and shrugged.

Two hilichurls returned with a bowl of decent-looking soup and some meat. The two hilichurls gave them the dishes then returned to their camp. Not saying a single word. (name) and Mona shared a glance then shrugged. There wasn't any better food at the moment. So they should at least eat.

The two partook in their meal. Their meals not being half bad. Mona stood up and summoned one of her hydromancy circles.

"The way is still clear. But there are a few treasure hoarders. I'll deal with them." she said. "Let's go."

The two trekked up the tall hexagon-shaped pillar mountains. The terrain being slightly slanted made it easy to climb up, at some points, they could just walk up the mountain. There weren't the usual geovishap hatchlings which would stay at the foot of Dragonspine. Which was slightly unusual. But (name) was glad they weren't there.

The two entered the sub-zero climate of Dragonspine. Mona lending a ragged coat to (name). It was a bit big but it could work. It made them a bit warmer, but just a bit. They couldn't complain since it was the least they could afford at the moment, so they had to do with the coat.

"Alright You- (name)." Mona corrected herself. "You have to lead us to Albedo's camp now."

(name) nodded and headed north. Following the pathways were the easiest and safest way to go there. Eventually, they found the familiar glow of Albedo's camp. They seemed to be working on something.

Mona approached the camp first, seeming to sense the slight worry and fear (name) was feeling. Albedo took notice of the astrologist and approached her. (name) followed behind Mona, slightly trying to hide behind her.

"I am Astrologist Mona Megistus. I have been informed that you didn't attend the ceremony which took place in the cathedral?" Mona asked.

"Yes, and what do you need from my camp? You may stay if you need to warm up. Your friend seems to be shivering a bit." Albedo took note of (name), tightly holding the ragged coat.

Albedo welcomed the two into the warm camp, filled with the usual alchemy materials he would need. Sucrose was working on something on the alchemy table, explaining something to Timaeus.

Albedo sat down and showed the two to stools which were placed around the campfire.

"So, what do you need to talk about?" Albedo asked.

"Have the knights told you that there was an imposter of the Creator running around Mondstadt?" (name) surprisingly asked first. Mona looked at them then nodded understandingly at their decision.

Albedo nodded solemnly. "I have, are you to tell me about their whereabouts? If so, I don't need it. I don't want to be caught up with anything related to the gods."

"Well, you might have to." Mona spoke up, crossing her arms. "Mondstadt seems to have taken their real Creator wrongly. Accusing them of impersonation, without even analyzing anything."

"Hm, I have been involved with a lot of... impersonation." Albedo said. "Usually they would let the 'imposter' speak."

"Yes, although they didn't let them say a single word. Now, (name) here is the real Creator. Who was wrongly accused of impersonating the Creator."

Albedo nodded and analyzed (name). Yes, he could see it. The rumored star-filled eyes. He could feel it, the heavenly aura. Yes, he could believe Mona.

"I see now." Albedo stood up. "Me, Sucrose and Timaeus have been working on something to distinguish if someone is lying or not. Currently, it's still in development."

Mona stood up. "Astrology is more efficient in seeking out the truth, in fact, it can even see a person's destiny."

"Yes, we're trying to work something similar to astrology." Albedo explained. "Something simpler, without much need for skills or talents."

"Hmph, you're underestimating the power of astrology." Mona sat back down, scoffing.

"Now, I have a few tests I need to run before I can fully trust you as our.. Creator."

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