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Oh now he is mad! 

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Freedom or Anarchy? Part 2 of 2

Cw: cringe, swears, innuendos. Mondstadt arc has concluded. Next chapter will hopefully be out by Monday. (Expect Monday or Tuesday)

‘Where am I?’

‘What happened to me?’

‘I wanna go home!’

“Time to get up.” You hear someone call. The voice sounds familiar, deep and most likely male (you don’t want to assume). 

You open your eyes and see blue. You’re still groggy from Albedo’s tea so you can’t really stand. Someone picks you up, supporting you under your legs and you back. 

‘Hang on, if this is Mondstadt… the only man with blue here is.’ “Kae…ya?” You say groggily. 

“She speaks… or are you a he? Hard to tell.” He sets you down on a couch in an office.

“This is the terrorist Albedo gave us?” Lisa asks. You can’t quite move but you aren’t as tired as before. 

“We’ll have to tie… him? Her? …Ah up! Tie up the terrorist.” Jean says. 

“Them… I’m gender fluid. I go by them. Sometimes I’m a he, sometimes I’m a she. But my pronouns are always them.”

“Well, at least we’re getting answers.” Lisa giggles. 

You say as Kaeya binds your wrists and ankles with rope. You lean forward onto him and whisper to only him. “Tighter, daddy~” 

“Sky, where did you say that Light and Paimon ran off to?” Kaeya asks, embarrassed and blushing. 

“We’ve met Barbatos, they went off to find him.” Aether says. That’s right, the twins didn’t tell anybody their real names. 

“We’re back! And we’ve brought a friend!” Paimon cheers. 

“Obviously this goes without saying but no one can mention this man’s true identity, okay.” Jean states with a harsh tone that you’ve never heard from her before. Everyone nods, except for you. 

Venti walks towards you and you look at him. “Are you the one Celestia fears?” 

“I have no idea what that means.” 

“The descender, the honored one, the adored one. Do any of these names ring a bell?” 

“No?” 

“Do not lie to me! Albedo said-” 

“Why the F you lyin’~ why you always lyin’~” 

“…” 

“Sorry I have a tendency to reference memes and vines. I’m Gen Z, it’s a part of who we are. I’m kidding, I think that’s just me.” 

“So the Adored One has a name, Jen.”

“No that’s-” 

“And these “Me-ms” and “vines” must be your sacred texts! You’re a nature spirit aren’t you!”

“No! And for the record I don’t think you are a god!” 

“Wow, the honored one looks down upon me.” 

“Boys, Girls, and squirrels, listen up! Because I’ll only say this once. I’m not from this world. I want to go home. The world I come from none of you are real.” 

“Honored one, saying “Boys, Girls, and squirrels” doesn’t help your claim that you aren’t a nature spirit.” 

“Oh for Shucks sake. Actually can I swear in here? I don’t think so. Hell! Bullshit! Kaeya’s tight Ass! Lisa’s big boobies! Mmhmm boobies~” you start to laugh maniacally. “I need to be put in a mental hospital.” 

“Oh for the love of-” Lumine cuts herself off and goes up to you then shakes your. “Pull yourself together long enough for us to get answers.” 

“Right, right. I’m just a college kid who majored in computer science and engineering. The world I come from you all are a game and I hacked into your code which brought me here. That “Boys, Girls, and squirrels” comment comes from a YouTuber I watch semi frequently.”

(A/n: Danny Motta is his name. He’s pretty funny. Go check him out) 

“How’d you heal Stormterror then.” Aether asked. 

“The sustainer of heavenly principles gave me her powers.” 

“So… none of us are real?” Amber asks. 

“Well, I don’t know how I’d be here if you guys weren’t real but to me you’re just a game. Any of you can be killed and revived at the Statue of the Seven.” 

“I suppose that does poke holes in my credibility as an archon.” Venti twiddles his thumbs. 

“Can I please leave now? I can take Dvalin with me and we can just leave.” 

“I don’t think that’s a good idea. If Stormterror is still enraged we can’t let him destroy other nations. It could spark an all out war.” Jean says. 

“What if we let them stay at that broken down building?” Aether suggests. 

“I still think that we should keep Jen here just in case Stormterror gets any more ideas about attacking Mondstadt.” 

“So we use Jen as a bargaining chip?” Lumine chimes in. 

“Exactly.” 

“Okay if you guys are going to call me Jen can you at least make it Gen with a G? I want to be different.” 

“But Jean! Isn’t that basically asking Stormterror for a fight?” 

“Amber’s right Jean. If we’re going to keep them here we’ll need a plan to tame Stormterror.” Lisa says. 

“I’ll tame him.” Venti says assuredly. “We just have to keep them here long enough for me to calm him down.” 

“BARBATOS!” Dvalin calls from outside. “GIVE ME BACK WHATS MINE!” 

“Everyone! To your stations! Protect the city at all costs!” Jean shouts and everyone rushes from the room. 

“Shit! I have to get out of here!” 

“Master Jean! I’m scared!” Klee runs into the office. 

“Klee! Perfect timing, I’m your brother’s friend.”

“Your big brother Albedo’s friend? Why are you tied up?” 

“It’s a long story. Right now I need you to untie me so I can save everyone.” 

“You can do that? I don’t know, usually only bad people are tied up.” 

“No no! Klee it’s more complicated. You want to save Albedo and Jean and Kaeya, Lisa, Amber, Razor and everyone else right? Then you have to untie me so I can make Stormterror go away.” 

“How do I know that you aren’t lying?” 

‘If gold knows me. Chances are Alice will too.’ “Your mom knows me. I’m the adored one. You can ask her about me.” 

“Mom knows you?”

“Yeah, and you know about Albedos secret lab in the mountains right? I’ve been there. He told me about how much he cared about you.” 

“You’ve gone there?! You really do know Albedo. Okay!” She comes over and unties you. 

“Thanks.” You go over to the window, open it up and shout. “Dvalin!” He comes rushing to you at your cry and you jump out the window and grab onto his tail. 

He flies towards the woods and you land in a stone arena. “Andrius! I need a favor.” 

“What could the East Wind possibly want from me?” 

“Protect the Adored one at all costs. 

“How can this puny human be the Adored one?”

As the two bicker you quietly sneak away. As you climb out of the arena you stop when you see black boots and look up. 

“Who are you.” Diluc looks down at you. 

“I am iron man.” 

“Iron man?” Dvalin roses as he and Andrius start to brawl. 

“Can you get me out of here?” 

“Are you the one rumored to have healed Stormterror?” 

“Maybe.” 

“Come on.” He grabs your arm and hoists you up. He then picks you up and throws you over his shoulder and starts to run. 

“Hey! Am I just a sack of potatoes to you?” 

“Quiet down or they’ll hear us.” He runs and runs until you two get to a water bank. “Follow this past west and you’ll be in Liyue.” He tells you as he sets you down. 

“Oh wow. My own dark knight. How romantic. Well for saving the fair ward of the dragon you get a kiss, as a reward.” 

“No thank you.” He grimaces at you. 

“Oh come on! I was promised debauchery! You’re no fun.” 

“Just leave.” 

“Thanks for saving me! I’m coming back for that kiss though!” You say as you run off. 

‘Hot dragon archon here I come! Please be like a lizard and have two co-‘

[sahaquiel43]

anyone else notice the similarities between Razor and Shenhe?

[wheatcak3]

I see a lot of vampire ventis and not enough werewolf ventis on my tl 👀🐺✨ ( happy late Halloween!)

[certainempatheticturkeymuffin]

i need more andrius x venti content

like, the archon war didn't end until 600 years after mondstadt killed decarabian, that's 600 years to become besties-by-circumstance at least.

also, if you hc that venti raised dvalin, that is prime co-parents to lovers material. venti just shows up with a whole ass egg/child one day and expects andrius to help because "i have no idea what i'm doing and you probably do!"

it is so underrated :(

[lisathegator]

Wriothesley #13

ゴゴゴゴゴゴゴゴ

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One of my favorites even though it's a lil old-

[redzeverin]

Razor and Boreas' Wind

A warning came to Mondstadt in the form of a Fatui Harbinger, Il Capitano. Grand Master Varka steps in to confront him. In the midst of the piercing battle, an ally of the wind gives strength to a fighting soul.

+ Concept ideas

I've always wanted to think Razor would be the future Knight of Boreas, after Varka. Here's one of the many ideas I've had of Andrius giving some sort of blessing to Razor. In this Boreas' Claw form, Razor is able to control anemo and cryo to a certain amount (in this case, just enough to undo the barrier that Capitano formed) (also headcanon that Capitano is a cryo user himself) (Varka in my head is an anemo user)

I've included some rough drafts of mine with Razor's form and my take on Varka.

Twitter post Hoyolab post

[welshoot]

Genshin Impact Timeline: Analysis and Theory (Part 3.1: The Archon War - Mondstadt)

[Ancient History]  [Mythic Period] [Archon War-Mondstadt] [Archon War-Liyue & Inazuma] [Archon War-Sumeru & Fontaine]

This is the first part of the third section of my theoretical timeline for Genshin Impact Lore. I will possibly add to this as updates with new information or information that corrects past misunderstandings crop up. I put the rest under-the-cut because it gets rather lengthy. Also this is all theoretical from the process of analysis. I used the game itself and the Genshin Impact wiki to help me along. There are definite spoilers below for pretty much all of the Genshin Impact storyline so please beware!

The Archon War Time Period

We have no idea how or why the Archon War began and each country has it starting at a different time. The scholar NPCs and various lines in the Sumeru Archon quest line suggest that war was started as a fight for seats in Celestia. However, the distributing of Gnoses among the victors paired with the knowledge that the Primordial One and ‘the one who came after’ created the gnoses to regain control over the Authority they took from the Seven Sovereigns implies that there's probably more to it. Another theory is that the archon war was meant to reduce the number of thrones in heaven with the war ending when only seven thrones were left. I have also seen it suggested that at least part of the fighting that occurred during the Archon War was some gods taking advantage of the strife to gain more land/power. Either way, the Archon War is usually stated to have started several thousand years ago from the start of the game and have ended 2,000 years after the final seat was claimed and only the seven archons remained, which is sometimes implied to have been 2,000 years before the start of the game [Liyue Archon Quest]. The best tool for building a timeline here is unfortunately Zhongli (i.e. Morax/Rex Lapis) whom we know took part in the war and is said to have ‘descended to Teyvat more than 6,000 years ago’ in the third act of the Liyue Archon quest line titled “A New Star Approaches.” It should be noted that some of the gods involved in this war were only involved because they were defending their territory. It has been suggested some of the defeated gods, or those who allied themselves with the victors, remained in Teyvat and ‘served’ the archons they pledged allegiance to while others (Orobashi, for instance) went into an area called ‘The Dark Sea’ which Enkanomiya is apparently part of [Ascension Material: Bit of Aerosiderite, Ascension Material: Jade Branch of a Distant Sea].

Mondstadt

According to Venti’s character story/lore, the majority of the archon war in Mondstadt took place approximately 2600 years ago, during the time of old Mondstadt [Venti Character Story 3]. The war here was a stalemate between Decarabian, the God of Storms, who ruled the old city of Mondstadt and Boreas (better known as Andrius), the Wolf King of the North, whose powers were supposedly given to him by an ancient god [Adventurer Handbook: Enemies: Andrius]. Venti (Barbatos) came onto the scene as a wisp of the thousand winds (which possibly refers to Istaroth, a shade of the Primordial One) that befriended a nameless bard who dreamt of freedom, and saved the Gunnhildr clan, who’d escaped the city [Venti Character Story 3]. The resulting faith of these two empowered him and, eventually, via a revolution that Barbatos was part of due to accompanying a nameless bard he befriended, Decarabian was defeated. Barbatos then ended up claiming the throne of the Anemo Archon while Andrius, who knew he was ill-fit for the role of archon,  disappeared, apparently choosing to let his power flow into the land of Mondstadt [Ascension Material: Boreal Wolf’s Milk Tooth, Ascension Material: Boreal Wolf’s Cracked Tooth]. It is worth noting here that it is unclear if the revolution was viewed as Barbatos besting the other gods in combat and thus winning the Mondstadt section of the archon war, or if Barbatos was simply the last god standing and thus won de facto. Barbatos took the form of his bard friend who died in the revolution, used his wind powers to make the land prosperous, taught his people the values of freedom, and then chose to disappear since he refused to rule the people directly for fear of becoming a tyrant [Venti Story Quest, Venti Character Story 4, Mondstadt Archon Quest]. Notably, based on the timeline that the archon war ended approximately 2,000 years ago combined with the knowledge that the fight between Decarabian and Andrius occurred around 2,600 years ago, Barbatos may have been the last archon to claim a throne [Liyue Archon Quest, Venti Character Story 3]. 

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Cold as the Northern Winds

On Ao3 as The_Cinderninja

As much as they think they understand him… Decarabian is a distant god, unknowable.

Is he a loving god, trapping his people out of a desire to keep them from harm? To protect them from the dangers of the storm and the chaos and the cold of the outside world?

Is he a fearful god, old and paranoid, trying only to protect his own power, status, authority, and his people are the unfortunate casualties in his attempt to survive the war raging outside the storm walls?

Is he a cruel and power-hungry ruler, watching them suffer just because he can?

Is he foolish, blinded by his own egotism, believing himself untouchable, undefeatable? Oblivious and cut off from his people to the point he is unaware of their own suffering, and in turn, their desires for freedom? The seeds of revolt, and the dissatisfaction of a nation?

Or is he omnipotent, cunning, and clever, one step ahead of their every move with a devastating counter-strike at the ready?

Are his victories due to his intelligence, the rebels' oversights, or the whims of lady luck?

They don’t know.

And Cecil likely never will.

All he knows is… he gets what he wants, in the end.

In the most technical sense.

And so does Decarabian.

Cecil gains his freedom, and the world beyond the storm walls.

Decarabian swiftly and cleanly deals with the threat to his power.

And the people of Mondstadt lose their hope.

All with one decisive action; He lets the storm walls down, and lets the entire city see what lays on the other side.

The story starts like this;

.

Cecil. Lyre in hand, wisp under his cape, and close to his heart. The sky is the very same grey as every day prior, and Cecil sings the same songs as he always has. He is neither so bold nor so naive as to sing songs of rebellion and blue skies and freedom outside where anyone can hear it.

His seeds of rebellion are planted under candlelight and tile roofs, in small circles of trusted friends, passed on by word of mouth and in the shape of cecilias.

He never claimed to be any kind of leader, but anyone who knows of Mondstadt’s Hope knows where it came from.

It is still in its budding stages. Ideas without concrete execution. Ideals without realism behind them. A hope without plans. But those are coming too, now. Pieces are drawing silently together. He can see them moving like game pieces across a board. He has a feeling inside that when things come to a head, it will be a sudden and decisive upset. 

Things are reaching a boiling point and the dominoes will rapidly fall.

Though, he has no inkling that any of this will happen today .

Lyre in hand. A sensible, respectable song on his lips. His wisp by his heart. Not a coin to his name, trying to charm his way into a free cob loaf. Really, the charming was unnecessary. He knows there isn’t a person in Mond who wouldn’t give him a meal, a blanket, a roof over his head any time he needs one. He likes to return the favour when he can, even if all he has to offer is a song, a poem, a smile or a compliment.

Smiles are rare in Good Old Mond, and he likes to do his part in bringing more of them out where he can.

And so; he is just taking his leave, warm loaf in hand, when a heavy leather gloved hand comes down on his shoulder.

He startles and turns, only to be faced with two armoured city guards.

It is a very quiet moment. Every eye in the square is on them, but nobody moves. Cecil knows why. It is the same reason he doesn’t do anything but smile.

He has done - is doing - nothing wrong. He knows it. And they do not bother citizens for no reason. There is only one reason he, an unassuming teenaged orphan who has never even had the need to steal a single loaf of bread when it is always freely given, would have caught the interest of Decarabian’s guards.

There will be no running - he is small, unathletic, and simply has nowhere to go. He is already inside one prison; you can not run from Decarabian. Not when it is impossible to leave, and he can find you anywhere the wind blows.

There will be no fighting - he is, again, a small and unathletic teenager. 

There might be reasoning, talking, charming. Convincing him that this is all a very unfortunate misunderstanding. Cecil is nothing more than a humble bard after all, who has never once sung a word out of line.

So he laughs, smiles, rubs the back of his neck, and lets himself be led to the tower. What else could he possibly do?

And every Mondstadter who is there that afternoon watches it happen. Because they are all just humble nobodies as much as he is. There are those who know why he is taken, and those who don’t. But not one of them can do anything.

It would be easy to say “and he was never seen again”, spirited away by the storm god, but that would not be true.

A beloved child of Mondstadt whispering “freedom”, then being taken in broad daylight and disposed of in secret? The embers of rebellion would be stoked into a full flame.

Cecil’s fate is no mystery. 

It is a spectacle.

Decarabian comes down from his tower. That alone is enough to garnish the attention of nearly every citizen, even without the accompanying announcement.

He is going to lower the storm walls.

Nobody knows what to make of it. Is it true? A lie, a cruel joke? Is it just said for the drama, to see who will turn out? If it is meant to lure out the rest of the insurgents, it will be fruitless, since every able bodied soul in Mondstadt attends. 

He stands in his full divinity before the people; a threat? A reminder? Or has it simply not occurred to him how blindingly bright he is compared to the constant grey? How the physical reminder of his existence will put the fear of god back into the people? 

He stands at the edge of the city, with his back to the storm barrier. Around him, two dozen guards. In a wide semicircle, though their presence is clearly unneeded. The people of Mond stand at a distance, pushing forward to see, but too afraid to push through that line and be seen as individual, apart from the crowd.

Behind the god stands their bard.

He has always been small, but he looks smaller than usual. Behind that tower of divine authority.

Unlike any other citizen of Mond would have in his place, he stands tall. He isn’t shaking and his head is raised.

He looks neither afraid nor determined. He looks confused, certainly. And wary, maybe a little concerned. He still has his lyre at his hip, he wears the same clothing as always. Even his cecilia has not been taken. 

Though the people can not see it, his greatest comfort is still with him as well. The wisp under his cloak has been left with him. Witnessed but unpunished.

His experience in the tower had been… surreal, to say the least.

He had been given an audience with the King. At first, he played innocent. Claimed ignorance. Played a game of words; why was he here, what had he done? He admitted nothing, never showed his hand.

The audience had dragged on for days.

. . .

The King does not tire - physically. He does tire of Cecil’s charade. He knows every person the bard has spoken to, the exact words he has said to them. He knows every house they have met in. 

It is… horrifying. 

Cecil clutches at his cape, and though he hates himself for it, he wonders if the others were right? If it had been a mistake to keep Venti with him. Decarabian hears everything, wherever the wind goes.

The King sees his doubt and laughs at it. 

It isn’t a cruel laugh, and that’s the most confusing thing of all. Decarabian plays nothing close to his vest. He shows all of his cards and is painfully honest, because he has nothing to hide. Nobody he could possibly need to hide from.

He calls Venti his littlest sibling , and says it has always been too curious for its own good. Venti hasn’t spoken to the other winds in months. It’s no wonder it’s so attached to the human, it must be unbearably lonely.

Decarabian does not care about Venti one whit or another. It’s meaningless, in the long run. Two rebellious youngsters have found a kindred soul in each other, he supposes. He’ll let them have that - makes it sound like benevolence. 

Because he is benevolent. So he says. So he believes? Who knows what he believes. Certainly not Cecil.

And after so many days at court with a being who does not tire, who does not play games with words and yet still talks circles around him, Cecil is too tired to guard against every question and to analyse every answer.

The King claims to be benevolent, that is all that matters.

The King absolutely knows the names of every single one of Cecil’s conspirators in his ‘silly little game, playacting a war against the divine while a real one wages just outside their walls.’

The King knows Cecil is the root of all the stirring unease , the King calls it. Hope , Cecil calls it. 

So… Cecil expects something . He isn’t here to prove his innocence, Decarabian knows his guilt. He isn’t here to bleed information, Decarabian already knows every plan Cecil has made and every person who supports him. He suspects this can only lead to one foregone conclusion; the death of Cecil the bard.

Instead, the King asks him why?

It feels disingenuous, and yet… 

He shows no true human emotions, but the curiosity is real. Why?

In what ways has he failed Cecil, as a ruler? Is Cecil lacking in anything other than parents? Does he not always have food, water, and shelter? Is the weather not always mild, never too hot nor too cold? He even has that lyre of his, a luxury, and the freedom to sing whenever he wishes. He has books and scrolls, an education. 

So why? 

Why rebel against a leader who provides his people with everything they could possibly need?

And Cecil gives Decarabian the very same empowered speech he gave his fellow Mondstadters. He speaks of the sky, the sea, the deserts and rainforests and mountains and beaches. Birds, rain, the sun, and the freedom to choose.

Decerabian is not moved, but he ponders the boy’s words.

“This is what you seek? This is your wish? The thing you cannot be content without? This is the one thing that your benevolent god cannot provide you? Well, why did you not just say so?”

. . .

Which is what leads him here. Standing between the god king and the storm walls, knowing only that the walls were, supposedly, to be lowered. 

He knows nothing else.

It feels unreal, like a dream.

It feels even more unreal when they do , in fact, come down.

It was not a ruse or a lie.

For the first time in living memory of any Mondstadter, the storm quiets.

They see the sky. 

It isn’t blue, but white. A brighter gray than the usual gray of the storm, thick with clouds. And through them, a burning point of light diffused across the overcast. The sun. Cecil is staring straight up at the sun .

The temperature drops rapidly, and white begins to pile upon the ground. Cold. 

Beyond the city’s edge, where the world normally ended in a gray slate, are woods. Trees buried under snow and darkness. Beyond that, the towering shadows of mountains.

Cecil’s ears are ringing as he stares. The world outside is cold and dark and unwelcoming, but it is there . Mere footsteps away. Within arms reach. 

Decerabian is speaking. “Let it not be said I do not listen to the voices of my people, nor that I begrudge them their wishes.” He said, voice as calm and unrevealing as ever. “Let it not be said I am cruel or unbending, let it not be said I do not provide everything my people could need. This boy stood before me and wished for Freedom, above all else. Above food, shelter, security. My warnings of danger would not sway him. It is my wish to keep my people safe… but his wish is the ‘Freedom to Choose.’ This wish is within my power to grant, and so I shall. If any others wish for this Freedom, then take it now.”

And then Cecil is pushed. 

The wind at his back pushing him relentlessly forward into the driving snow. His legs immediately burn; it rises to his knees, and no amount of reading could ever have prepared him for the bite of the cold against his bare legs, his face, his hands. He tries to turn back, to see the city, but the wind shrieks and whips in his eyes. He is forced unrelentingly forward.

Exile, then?

Exiled… to the outside world.

When the wind dies down, he can see the storm walls rising again. All around him is snow and woodland, not a single hint of the city he grew up in.

He stands frozen in time, uncomprehending. 

What…. Just happened?

He is brought out of his stupor by the ringing overtone of Venti’s voice, chiming insistently as it tugs at his cape, trying to get him to move.

He realizes very quickly that he is not equipped to handle this situation. It is cold. It is so cold . He has never experienced cold like this in his life. He is in shorts, and his skin is red and burning.

Walking becomes increasingly difficult, and with no end in sight. It’s nothing but snow. The sky is there, so close, but covered by cloud. The sun is right there , but he can’t see it. The world is just as gray as before, but now it is killing him.

It hurts , and for all the times Decarabian said he was protecting them, that there was nothing worth seeing outside of his walls, nothing worth their lives, Cecil… wonders if he had been telling the truth. 

If all the wonders of the Old World had passed on before Cecil’s time, lost to the god-wars that Decarabian claimed to protect them from.

If everything that was left was gray. White and black and gray. Wind and snow and shadow and stone and cold. 

Cecil has never given up in his life, and he does not give up now. He walks on even after the burning and the biting become numb, he can’t move his fingers or hands or arms or face, his steps become slower and shorter and the world tilts and this time when he falls, he doesn’t get back up.

He lays on his back, looking up at the sky, wondering if it was ever really blue. White falls slowly… Slower now. It isn’t whipping against him, only drifting peacefully to the ground. The clouds… 

He closes his eyes.

When he opens them again, the snow is still falling. His limbs are buried in it. But the sky is blue, bluer than he ever imagined, and the sun is blazing through the clouds. He sees all of it, and he doesn’t feel cold anymore. He feels warm. Comfortably warm, peaceful. 

His wisp is sitting on his chest, near his chin. It’s singing - or yelling. It’s hard to tell with Venti. All of it’s vocalizations are so endearingly similar. He smiles softly at it as his eyes drift shut.

Venti won't stop tugging at his scarf.

Cecil raises one numb hand and cups Venti in it, tugging the wisp down to hold inside his cloak, against his chest. The warmth of the wisp is the only comfort he has left. The cold is insurmountable, seeping into his bones and draining the last of his strength. He knows he isn't going to wake up, and he's accepted that. 

At least he'll die free.

As he lies there, he hears the soft crunch of snow under paws. The sound is distant at first, but it grows closer, surrounding him. His eyes, heavy with exhaustion and the cold, struggle to open. Shapes move in the periphery of his vision—wolves, their eyes glinting in the dim light. They're probably as hungry as he is. 

They're probably going to eat him.

But they are beautiful. Even in his state, he can see their sleek forms and the grace in their movements. He can't even hate them for what they're going to do. They need to eat, too. They're beautiful, and he marvels at them.

They circle him. Cautiously at first, but they grow more bold as they see how unmoving he is and pad closer.  

With the last of his strength, he reaches out a hand into the fur of the nearest wolf. He wishes he could feel it, feel the warmth and the life beneath the fur, but his fingers are numb. Still, he thinks, how beautiful.

Cecil realizes belatedly that his wishes would never have been fulfilled. As long as he lived, he would find new things to wish for. He wanted to experience the entire world, to feel everything it had to offer. But that dream is slipping away from him now.

His hand falls back to the snow.

He feels himself lifted off the ground. A jaw closes around the scruff of his cape and lifting, dragging. The fabric tightens around his throat, choking him, but there is no pain. He wonders if he's lost so much feeling that there's no pain left. That will make this easier, at least.

The wisp is no longer in his cloak. Venti floats beside him, chirping angrily at the wolves, trying to chase them off and being harmlessly batted around. Cecil watches through half-closed eyes as Venti's light flickers and flares.

He's dragged through the snow, his body too weak to resist. The world fades in and out, consciousness slipping away. The last thing he sees before darkness takes him is the blue sky above, the sun breaking through the clouds.

When he wakes again, he is warm. It's a deep, enveloping warmth. He… was not expecting to wake up. He feels the warmth of living things, heartbeats and the rise and fall of breath besides his own. He blinks his eyes open and sees fur. 

He is nestled in a pile of wolf pups, their small bodies pressed against him for warmth. He can feel their fur, soft and comforting against his cheek, his bare hands and legs, and he can hear their gentle breathing.

Venti is resting under his chin, murmuring contentedly. The wisp hums a soothing melody, a lullaby of indescribable chimes.

Cecil lies there, surrounded by warmth and life, and the embers of hope slowly rekindle in his heart. Perhaps he has not seen the end of his dreams after all. 

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It is done! My first comic!! It took a lil longer than I originally planned but I am sooo happy with the results! Thank you for reading my short comic and hopefully I’ll have more coming later!

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