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Across the horizon the sun sizzled a bright mandarin. The sky began to bleed lavender to indigo. Pink clouds jarred the distance, high as mountain peaks. Faint stars twinkled in between, as if playing hide and seek. The ocean hummed, gentle waves kissing the legs of the pier. Smiling, the traveler inhaled the aroma of salty air and sakura blossoms. Inazuma was truly a moony sight. A picturesque landscape. 

Every place she traveled was unique. She loved all the places. Mondstadt the city of freedom. Liyue’s Floating Jade Palace and splendid lanterns. The dense rainforests of Sumeru. The Desert of Hadramaveth, where she met her best friend, Jeht. For a time, they traversed the scalding desert heat, down ancient tombs buried beneath the sand. The two of them were inseparable and often wrote letters to one another. She enjoyed the pristine waters of Fontaine, and Natlan’s diverse wilderness. In each region, she met wonderful people along the way. 

However, Inazuma was something else. This land held a special place in the traveler’s heart. While in the beginning it was arduous when Inazuma shut its doors to the outside world. After trekking the islands, she made friends with lovely people. Thoma was a friendly man, known for his love of hot pot. Ayaka was a dear close friend, a kindred spirit. Attending the festival with her was an experience Lumine would never forget. The traveler fell in love with the beauty of Inazuma. It was also here, the famed wandering samurai: Kaedehara Kazuha saved her life. Sure, she had been saved by countless men. This samurai, however, was different. 

She detected his good vibe and calm demeanor the moment she met him aboard the Crux Fleet. The day he hung on the mast of the boat, waving a hand at her. She spoke with Beidou, the captain of the Crux Fleet to gain entrance to Inazuma. Kazuha tagged along, assisting her. He was the first to see her, as she truly was. The samurai had a keen eye, noticing her ability to wield all the elements. Not many people could detect it. It was a rarity. While she trusted most people, she knew she could trust him. 

Since then, their friendship hit it off. Her admiration for Kazuha skyrocketed when he saved her against the puppet of Ei. Nobody had dared to lift a blade against the god of eternity herself. Afterwards, once the drama settled and Ei opened the nation’s doors, she helped him forge a new blade, the Kagotsurube Isshin. The red blade suited him, as if it was made for his hands alone. The samurai was a sweet soul; despite all the loss he suffered in his past.  

Sure, she had plenty of friends, men and women alike, nonetheless, her friendship with Kazuha was one-of-a-kind. They were best friends. He made her feel at ease. He was a chill man with a gentle heart and soul. Kazuha understood the whole purpose of her traversing in Teyvat was to find her brother.  

Sighing, she diverted her attention away from the Crux Fleet where she knew Paimon was busy munching on braised fish amid Beidou’s crew. She decided to take a moment alone with her thoughts. Lumine sat down onto the pier, swishing her feet over the water.  

“My what exquisite scenery.” She lifted her chin, spotting the red maple leaf insignia dangling from the samurai's obi belt. Lumine could recognize him anywhere. He took a seat next to her, the two of them sitting in comfortable silence, watching the sun dip below the horizon. The lanterns on the pier began to shimmer in the growing darkness. “Something on your mind?” He inquired, leaning his palms on the edge of the pier. She closed her eyes, letting out a deep sigh. 

“Something tells me it's about your brother,” she felt a gentle hand touch her shoulder. “You know you can tell me anything, right?” Her bottom lip trembled. “I am your friend. I am here for you.” These were words nobody uttered to her before. In fact, she never told anyone the truth about her brother. How could she? They couldn’t possibly understand. 

“My brother, I love him, and I want to find him again. But…. It’s complicated. I don’t know how to feel.” The words spilled effortlessly from her mouth. Talking to Kazuha felt easy. No matter how hard she tried to keep up her walls, they always seemed to crumble around him.  

His crimson eyes held hers, his whole attention on her. Kazuha didn’t pressure further. He waited. Tears welled up in her eyes, her voice cracking. She’s never confessed this to anyone. Being open like this made her feel vulnerable. Only Paimon and Dainsleif knew about her complex situation. She’s never told another soul, not even the adepti. 

“Aether… he… he’s joined the Abyss Order.” There she said it. The truth she had silently struggled. It hung in the air, heavy. Lumine dared a quick glance at Kazuha. She expected to see shame, guilt or disgust yet his expression remained the same. Open. Curious. Unfazed.  

“Why?” It was clear he was trying to understand.  

“I… I don’t know… He has this ridiculous notion to overthrow this world, to lift the curse of Khaenri’ah.” 

“Khaenri’ah?” Kazuha mused, “the nation that was destroyed by the archons 500 years ago?” She nodded her head. 

“We were there 500 years ago. We witnessed the Cataclysm.  My brother and I were reminded of how our own homeland was destroyed in our universe. That was why we traveled across worlds. We fled Khaenri’ah and tried to flee Teyvat. Unfortunately, an unknown god, the Sustainer of Heavenly Principles wouldn’t allow us to leave. She sealed our powers away and put us into deep sleep for 500 years. My brother somehow woke up before me and is now the Prince of the Abyss Order.” 

“Wow,” Kazuha blinked, surprised. “That is a lot to take in.” 

“My brother and I, we are not from this world of Teyvat.”  

“That I could sense,” Kazuha smiled. “You have the scent of starlight.” Lumine felt her cheeks warm at the compliment. Redirecting her attention to the diamonds glittering in the dark sky, she sighed sullenly. The samurai’s expression changed, frowning. 

“I understand my brother wants to get revenge on the Unknown God and the archons of this world. Maybe he thinks we would finally be free of this planet. Even so, I don’t feel it’s the right answer,” tears streamed down her cheeks. “It’s not right. I don’t want to destroy this world.” She hiccupped, burying her face into her hands, sobbing. Sure, there were evil people on this planet, but there was also much good. Why couldn’t her brother see the goodness in this world? 

Warm arms encased her body, pulling her close. Lumine buried her face against the samurai’s shoulder, crying into his robes. He didn’t seem to care, one hand rubbing her back. “He’s my brother… I don’t want to fight him…” The arm on her back moved up to cup the back of her head. Kazuha let her cry until she calmed down. She nuzzled her nose into the crook of his shoulder. His scent of autumn was warm and earthy. The smell of maple leaves, laurel sandalwood. Lumine felt like she was inside a cocoon, snug and cozy. 

This felt right.  

“I understand,” his words were soft and soothing. “You have a beautiful heart, Lumine.” She pulled her head back, gazing into those warm crimson irises. “Your brother will come around one day. He will.” He beamed at her, genuine. “I will always be by your side. You will never be alone.” She leaned her head against his shoulder, grateful for his words. “Although, I must say, I am curious,” Kazuha broke the momentary silence. “What kind of powers do you have? The one that has been sealed I mean.”  

“Light,” Lumine replied, “Starlight, with golden wings.” Kazuha shifted, his expression full of awe.  

“You truly are heavenly.” Lumine giggled, pressing a hand to her mouth. Her heart skipped a beat as he wrapped an arm around her, the two of them star gazing. There was something else in the air, something undeniable. The electricity, the feeling of sparks jittering her skin. Was this what it felt like to be in love? She closed her eyes basking in the moment. All her life she’s traveled between worlds.  

Perhaps she could let her heart be content in this one.

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The following day, they awoke at the crack of dawn. It was the first time Lumine slept on a ship. The storeroom/living quarters was intricately decorated with Liyue design. Six-sided lanterns hung from the wooden beams, illuminating the room full of tall bunk beds, and a few hammocks. All of them shared the same cabin, except for the captain who had her own headquarters.

“Rise and shine crew!” Beidou’s voice bellowed, luring them all from their beds.

“Xiangling will cook us a festive breakfast!”

Yawning, Lumine stretched her arms above her head, hopping off the top bunk. She followed Kazuha and the other crew members to the top deck. Xiangling made quick work of stirring up a heated pot, throwing in various ingredients as the rest of the crew went to work tidying up the deck.

“Ooh! Paimon can’t wait to feast!”

Lumine met various members of the crew, the navigator—Huixing, Chief Mate Juza, Mura-Grubber the bookkeeper, Suling an ironworker, Yinxing a surgeon, and Muzhen a Technical Officer. Others included Furong, Little Yue, Sea Drake, Xu Liushi, and the new chef Xiangling. They were all a colorful bunch.

It wasn’t long before Xiangling ushered them around boxes of crates at a wooden table to begin their meal. It was a specialty dish: Black-Back Perch Stew and Bamboo Shoot Soup.

“Eat up, Crew!” Beidou grinned widely, stuffing her mouth. “Tonight, we celebrate with Dandelion Wine from Mondstadt at the festival!” She slammed an enormous vial onto the wooden table.

Lumine leaned over to whisper to Kazuha beside her. “I thought yesterday was the celebration?” She questioned. They had a huge feast yesterday with Mora Meat, and Liyue Rice Wine and now they are going at it again?

“It’ll be like this for three days,” Kazuha replied.

“Three days?” Lumine’s eyes widened. The samurai shrugged his shoulders.

“Whenever we accomplish a feat, Beidou likes to celebrate for three days,” he sipped his soup, slurping the broth. Lumine dished her spoon to scoop up the bits of meat and bamboo shoot into her mouth. This was certainly delicious! She could eat this all day. Paimon was no different, the little fairy too far gone filling her belly with food.

Lumine set down her bowl once finished. “You’re not going to try the wine?” She asked him, curious. The samurai shook his head.

“I prefer sake,” he replied, “it’s earthy and fruity.”

“Sake?” Upon seeing her confused expression, the platinum haired man grinned cheekily.

“The Summer Festival is tonight; the crew will be celebrating there. Would you like to go with me? We could try some sake.” Lumine hummed in thought. The last time she attended such a festival was with Ayaka. She thoroughly enjoyed it.

“I’d love to.” The samurai beamed, his expression bright. She could scarcely wait.

***

This time they arrived during the bustling hours of the festival. Wispy pastel clouds danced across the evening sky. The streets teemed with people, buying all kinds of merchandise, hair pins, elaborate masks, delicate silk, lanterns, food and tea. She and Kazuha paused, Beidou sparing them a quick glance.

“Come on, Paimon!” She ushered the fairy close. “I’ve got some food you’ll love!” The captain winked at Lumine and Kazuha. Lumined blinked.

What was that?

“Oooh, count Paimon in!” The electro user tugged the fairy, distracting her to a stall full of delicious food. The rest of the crew did their own thing, leaving Lumine and Kazuha alone. Lumine rubbed the back of her neck nervously. Was this all part of Beidou’s plan?

“Shall we?” Kazuha grinned, nodding his head toward a tea stall. “You’ll love the sake.”

She felt a nervous flutter underneath her skin. This was her first time attending a festival with a guy. There was something else in the air, something different, something she couldn’t name. “Sure.” The two of them walked toward the tea stall, Kazuha handing the merchant a bag of mora to purchase some sake. They turned around, taking a seat on a wooden bench to sip the sake. The cool liquid felt crisp and refreshing against her tongue with floral notes. It was the taste of cherry blossom with earthy undertones, followed by a smooth and silky texture.

“Wow,” she muttered, blown away.

“Exquisite, huh?” Kazuha grinned, slowly savoring his own cup. Lumine flushed, averting her eyes. Why was she suddenly feeling shy? She returned to sipping the rest of her sake. “What would you like to eat?” Kazuha questioned when they finished their drinks. Lumine’s eyes roamed the various food vendors. One spotted her attention, a sweets cart. Kazuha shifted, noticing her gaze. “Come on,” he reached out a hand gently grasping her wrist. Lumine let out a breath as the two of them hurried to the sweets stall.

“Hello,” the sweets vendor greeted them, the man grinned widely with amusement. “Care for something sweet for a loved one?” Lumine felt her heart leap into her throat. Kazuha didn’t seem fazed, a slight rosy hue dotting his cheeks.

“Pick one,” he turned to face her, ever the gentleman.

“The dango please.”

“I’ll have the same,” Kazuha responded. The vendor nodded his head, handing both a dango. The two of them walked down the dirt path, munching on the sweet treat. The rice dumplings were soft, fluffy and chewy. One of them had a sweet bean paste filling and another cherry blossom.

“Mmm!” Lumine closed her eyes in bliss. These were some of the most delicious treats she’d ever eaten. She opened her eyes, noticing Kazuha mimicking her. His own eyes were closed, savoring the deliciousness of his own treat. Smirking, she leaned over taking a bite of his second dango. The samurai’s eyes flew open, yelping.

“Hey!”

The traveler giggled. She couldn’t help herself. Something shifted within those crimson eyes, a mischievous glint. Lumine stepped back, dodging the samurai who took a swing at her own stick with two remaining dango. She rushed down the path, shoes skidding across the stones, bodies dodging around her. The samurai gave pursuit, hot on her heels. He caught up to her in no time sending her a blast of wind, knocking her against a tree near a fortune vendor stall. In one swift move, he snatched her stick, devouring her second dango.

“No fair!” She huffed, puffing a strand of blond hair out of her face.

“You should think twice before messing with a samurai,” he smirked. Lumine froze, realizing their close proximity. Her back was pressed against the tree trunk, him only a few inches away. Too close. “Here,” he seemed to snap into reality, handing her stick as he took a step back, creating more distance between them.

“Come draw your fortune!” The vendor nearby interrupted their moment. It was Shimizu. He gestured toward his table of tall orange boxes. “I’ll offer it for free!” Kazuha walked over, intrigued. Lumine had done this before with her friend Ayaka. She had gotten one that said she’d reap bountiful harvest, and all would transpire with her wishes. She wondered what it would be this time. Kazuha drew from a box first, Lumine following him.

“The clouds hang low in the sky,” Kazuha read his bamboo slip aloud. “Sooner or later, a thunderstorm shall come to pass. Wherever you draw your blade, wield it wisely.” He lifted his gaze to Lumine. It sounded like a warning. Huh, strange. Lumine turned over her bamboo slip reading hers.

“Clouds cover half the moon, and the fog is thick. Though the way ahead is unknown, all will become clear when the time comes. Cling to hope and cherish the people you care about. Find a way to channel your energy and you shall achieve great things.”

What was this? This was different than last time. Why were both of their fortune slips a bit foreboding?

“Here,” Shimizu held out a red box, different from the others. “Draw one together.” They reached out at the same time to draw a third one.

“What was lost shall be found,” Kazuha read their third slip. “What was broken will be mended,” Lumine read the second line. “What you wish for will come true,” they read in unison. “A gentle breeze whispers a new adventure, and your hearts shall be bound as one.” Lumine blushed, pulling her hand back leaving the third slip in Kazuha’s hands. The samurai thanked the man, returning their fortune slips. Lumine’s heart thundered inside her chest as the pair turned to a Prayer Plaque Vendor.

She and Kazuha each took a red plaque, the samurai already dipping his brush into the black ink to write his wish. Lumine paused, pensive. Every wish was sacred. Last time with Ayaka she wrote a wish to reunite with her brother. Her first plaque was still there, dangling on the post. A drawing of her and her brother. Kazuha spared it a quick glance before finishing his plaque. He put it up as she saw the Japanese inscription of the word “Star.” Next to it was a mini drawing of the same flower she had in her hair.

What did this mean?

Making up her mind, she wrote down a word: “Earth” and drew a maple leaf next to it. The same maple leaf Kazuha wore on his belt. Crimson eyes widened as she put it up. What was she doing? She sincerely hoped she wasn’t making a mistake.

“Lumine…” The explosion of fireworks startled them. The evening sky was gone, replaced with deep indigo. She watched the brilliance of light in wonder. Lumine glanced down as she felt Kazuha’s hand touch hers. She didn’t flinch, allowing him to hold her hands tenderly as she faced him. Holding her breath with anticipation, she gazed into those crimson eyes. Fireworks boomed above them, vibrant tendrils of gold striking the velvety sky. “I must tell you something… Lumine…. I–”

“HELP!” A high-pitched screech tore through the festival’s atmosphere. “We’re being ambushed!” Lumine reeled back, Kazuha drawing his blade. The calm ambiance of the festival was shattered as electro-infused arrows rained from the rooftops above, followed by hordes of Kairagi Samurai.

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Lumine whipped out her Protype Rancor. She faced these enemies before; except this time, they were wielding flaming swords and there were too many of them. She and Kazuha dodged the flying arrows, leaping into the array of battle. Beidou and the Crux Fleet Crew joined them, clashing with the armored samurai. The air was filled with horrid screaming as villagers fled the scene. The pair stayed close to one another, slashing their blades. Kazuha used his anemo vision to leap into the air, creating a mini whirlwind. It wasn’t enough to render them helpless, but it did stagger them.  

A high-pitched scream diverted Lumine’s attention to a samurai who snatched a little girl, dashing away. The helpless mother fell onto her knees, begging and wailing. 

No! She must save her! Lumine rushed after the samurai, Paimon following her. Kazuha saw them run, attempting to follow them only to be intercepted by three Kairagi. Grumbling underneath his breath, he poised his blade with precise precision, stabbing a samurai in the side, blood spurting as he withdrew his blade. He continued slashing repeatedly in quick movements. While they were bigger and heavier, they were no match for his speed. 

*** 

Lumine chased down the samurai, hurling a gust surge. It did the trick. The samurai was knocked back, the child flying into the air as Lumine jumped to catch her. “Run home.” She told the child, setting her down. The little crying girl nodded her head, dashing away. Lumine straightened her posture, leaving no time for the samurai to recover from her anemo blast. She slashed her sword, digging through a weak spot in the armor, ripping off a shoulder pad. The samurai howled, clutching his bloodied shoulder. 

The traveler didn’t spare the man mercy. He didn’t deserve it, not after trying to abduct an innocent child. She levied her blade, her Foreign Ironwind attack slicing into his exposed shoulder, twisting the blade, maneuvering it down his chest. A fatal blow. The man fell forward, bleeding out as purple smoke erupted.  

“If it isn’t the famous Traveler.” Lumine lifted her head, noticing an unfamiliar figure. “Last I heard you defeated La Signora and can wield all elements without a vision,” the unknown man chuckled. His face was veiled by a mask, bird-like. Blue hair framed the edges of his sharp jawline. Wait– Lumine squinted her eyes. She had seen him before. A Fatui Harbringer, the Doctor. Last she saw him during her adventures in Sumeru. What was he doing here? Another person stepped out behind him, no doubt another Fatui Harbringer. The doctor motioned his head toward Lumine. The other Harbringer moved in a flash, Lumine raised her sword ready to block the blow. Unfortunately, the Harbringer swerved to the side. Lumine gasped, eyes widening in horror.  

“NO!” She screamed. Paimon took the force of the impact. The unknown man moved at unparalleled speed. Lumine gasped, fear colliding her body as her rancor was sent flying out of her grasp.  

“It would be a pity to not use such power,” the man slammed his hand down in one devastating blow. The crushing impact against the traveler’s head sent the woman reeling. She fell against the grass, her vision hazy. Lumine lifted a hand in desperation, crying out. A second collision rammed her head, this one rendering her in darkness. 

*** 

Kazuha shivered violently, a sour taste lingered on the wind. It wasn’t the metal scent of blood or smoke of the fallen bodies amid torn armor lying to waste around him. Something was wrong. 

“Where’s Lumine?” He shouted, his eyes wildly scanning his surroundings. The Crux Fleet had finished off the rest of the Kairagi. They dispersed like dust in the wind. Nobody could answer him. Kazuha dashed in the direction of where he last saw Paimon. Hurrying down the Byakko Plain, he came toward a white blob lying on the grass. It was Paimon curled into a pitiful ball, wailing. Next to her was Lumine’s broken Rancor. Dread settled like a stone in his gut. “Paimon!” He knelt to the fairy’s side. “What happened?” 

“Lumine… she’s gone!”  

“What do you mean she’s gone?” He didn’t know if he wanted to hear the answer. The samurai picked up the broken Rancor, the sharp jagged edges digging into his skin. 

“They took her…”  

“Who took her?” His voice snapped, an octave higher. His fingers clenched around the broken blade, not caring if it drew blood.  

“A Fatui Harbinger…” He sank to his knees, blood dripping off his hands. His body contorted in rage and anguish. He was so close! Kazuha never had the chance to confess his feelings and now Lumine… there was no telling whether she was dead or alive. The samurai keened, a mournful lamenting scream piercing the air. 

*** 

The Crux Fleet took Paimon to rest from her injuries whilst Kazuha stumbled to Tomo’s grave. A private spot located north of the Kamisato Estate underneath the broken bridge. The final resting place of his beloved friend, Tomo. Hopping down, he spotted the white feline Shiro perched on a rock. Named for its sapphire-colored eyes and its snow-white coat. It was originally his friend’s pet cat, now it was his own. Yet, the feline wouldn’t leave the burial site. 

He dropped Lumine’s fractured Rancor next to his friend’s broken samurai blade. His friend’s masterless vision which he only activated once when he blocked the Raiden Shogun’s blade protecting the traveler laid lifeless and gray. He buried his face into his hands which Beidou had bandaged earlier. Though the cloth was still caked with dried blood.  

“I can’t do this…” he muttered, “first I lose my clan, then you and now Lumine?” Why did he have to lose everything and everyone he cared about? Losing his best friend, Tomo, was already devastating enough. He couldn’t lose Lumine too. Tears leaked from his eyes, sobbing. The white feline jumped off its rock, walking up to nudge Kazuha’s elbow. He peeked at the feline, noticing it pawing his friend’s dead vision. “I don’t understand…” he choked. “WHY!?” He hollered, shouting into the wind.  

“There will always be those who dare to brave the lightning’s glow,” his friend’s voice echoed. The white feline moved away, Kazuha spluttering in shock as his friend’s vision shimmered to life. It shifted from gray to a brilliant violet. The electro insignia swirled, sparks of electricity sizzling. 

What was happening? How could this be? 

The Vision Hunt Decree had been abolished. The Raiden Shogun was no longer a threat and had turned over a new leaf. Why had his friend’s vision suddenly awakened? He watched, stupefied as his own anemo vision began to react, alongside his Kagotsurube Isshin blade. A feeling of determination washed over his body, boiling through his veins. 

“Lumine…” he clenched his fist, gritting his teeth, reaching over to pick up his friend’s vision. A tiny gust of wind swirled from his palm, mixing with violet electric tendrils. There was no way he could lose her. No. He wouldn’t accept it. The rising determination surged through him, mingling with fiery rage into a blazing crescendo. He jutted his blade into the air, its red hue searing the wind. “I will find you!” He bellowed, hurling an electric fused tornado into the sky. Violet bolts shuddered the horizon.

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It had been a few days since the incident and the faerie’s wounds healed. She mainly suffered from a mild concussion. Kazuha returned to the Crux Fleet informing Beidou of what transpired. The ship was currently docked at the pier in Ritou. “If Paimon remembers correctly, the Fatui are from Snezhnaya. Paimon’s never been with Lumine to Snezhnaya.”  

“Snezhnaya?” Beidou hummed, deep in thought. “As far as I know that bitter cold land resides in the north.” She glanced at the samurai, noticing his solemn expression. On his belt hung his second vision. It wasn’t lifeless gray but a vibrant violet. Huh. Interesting. It seemed to only activate around matters regarding Lumine. She was not surprised. Kazuha’s expression remained resolute. The captain let out a weighted sigh. When the samurai set his eye on something there was no changing his mind. He didn’t need to say anything, it was clear in his crimson irises. No matter what she said she wouldn’t be able to deter him. If Lumine meant this much to him, who was she to stop him?  

“It would be suicide to sail to Snezhnaya by sea. The waters are more frigid and hazardous than the perilous waters of Inazuma,” she continued. “Land would be the safest route, through Mondstadt and Fontaine.” Kazuha nodded his head, the samurai reaching down to compile his belongings into a sack. He, a wandering samurai, was never one to collect things. It was mainly fish, some food and mora. After all, he only needed his sword. The captain frowned. “Unfortunately, I am unable to travel with you. I must attend Crux Fleet matters.”  

“I figured as much,” Kazuha replied, slinging his sack over his shoulder. This should last him a few days. He could hunt if needed with his blade or buy things in Liyue. It would be his first stop on his journey. He’d been to Liyue many times.  

“Paimon will go with you!” The faerie floated toward him. “Paimon knows all about the other nations. Paimon wants to help save Lumine.” Kazuha nodded his head. He was used to wandering alone until he met the Crux Fleet. He supposed having Paimon’s company would be beneficial.   

“Kazuha,” Beidou stopped him before he could take another step. He turned to glance at her. “Stay safe. Rescue Lumine.”   

“I will,” he assented, curtly bowing before jumping off the deck, Paimon flying in tow. He walked up to a nearby merchant, handing them mora to borrow a mini boat. His friend’s white cat, Shiro dashed across the pier jumping into the boat before he could take off.  

“Ooh! A fluffy cat with fur fresh as snow!” Paimon tittered, floating excitedly. “Kitty wants to come along too!”   

 “Shiro,” he scolded the feline. “This is dangerous, you can’t come with me.” Sapphire-blue eyes stared at him, undeterred. He meowed, digging his claws into the wood. Paimon floated toward the feline.   

“Good kitty, Shiro.”   

“Meow~” The cat flipped onto its back offering his belly to Paimon. Shiro never did this with anyone. Paimon leaned down to scratch his chin, soft purrs jutting the air. Kazuha grinned, turning to move the oars. He supposed it would be nice to have more company.   

They immediately set sail toward Liyue. Kazuha awoke at the crack of dawn, keeping a diligent eye out for incoming storms. The three of them mostly slept and ate fish from Kazuha’s sack for several days. Fortunately, the ocean wasn’t stormy, the waves calm as a sheet. It was smooth sailing as land began to rise in the distance on the fifth day. The familiar silhouette of rocky cliffs, amid various boats docking the port of Liyue Harbor. For the most part, Paimon remained silent. Kazuha thought it odd, considering the little faerie was constantly running her mouth around Lumine. He supposed she did miss her dear friend and was worried about her too. He couldn’t blame her, after all, he was in the same boat. There was no telling what they’d expect once they reached Snezhnaya.   

Docking the boat at the pier, the group stepped foot into Liyue. Once they reached the center street teeming with merchants, shopkeepers and villagers the faerie’s mood shifted. “Oooh. Kazuha!” She tugged on his sleeve. “Paimon wants some Honey Char Siu.” She really had a one-track mind about food.   

“Sure.” The faerie squealed.  

“Kazuha is the best samurai. Kazuha is sweet!” She floated toward Wanmin Restaurant. Kazuha chuckled, shaking his head. His feline Shiro, jumped onto his shoulders. He walked over toward the restaurant to order some food, paying a bushel of mora. He took a seat inside, he and Paimon waiting for a few minutes before their food arrived. The faerie gleefully dug into her Honey Char Siu while Kazuha took a bite of his rice balls and grilled tiger fish.  

***  

“Why can’t we continue our journey together?”   

“This world is nothing but lies.”   

“But this is wrong!” Lumine pressed a hand to her chest, her eyes welling with tears. Her brother didn’t turn, keeping his back toward her. “Revenge is not the answer. There must be another way to lift the curse.”  

“There is no other way,” her brother snapped, turning around to face her, his gaze hard. Lumine flinched, her insides twisting in knots. “Teyvat will fall. This world is beyond saving.” He turned away, not sparing another glance. “Goodbye, Lumine.”  

Her vision blurred, reaching out a desperate hand toward her brother. “Aether!” She screamed.    

A biting chill assaulted her senses, shocking her awake. It was but a memory, the last time she encountered her brother. The world was empty, a soulless white.  

Huh? Where was she? It took a few minutes for reality to settle in. Last she remembered she was knocked unconscious by a strange man. She appeared to be trapped inside a dungeon.  

“Good. You’re finally awake.” She blinked, lifting her head to find the blue-haired man towering over her. The Doctor. Lumine jerked, only to realize her legs and wrists were bound, weighed by iron shackles. They dug into her skin, leaving it red and itchy. Lifting her chin a familiar sound resonated around her. It came from a music box on a nearby table. She felt debilitated unable to move. Last time she heard such a familiar sound in Sumeru it made her pass out. This one, however, had a different tone.   

“You’ll never escape,” Dottore chuckled. “All attempts are futile.”   

“What do you want with me?” She snapped, glowering at the Fatui Harbringer. Kneeling in front of her, the man harshly grasped her chin. She gritted her teeth, unable to move her head as the music intensified.   

“You are not a being of this world. You can wield all elements without a vision or gnosis,” his fingers tightened, digging into her skin. “Your power would perhaps render useful in our grand plan.”  

“Grand plan?” Her eyes widened. As far as she knew the Fatui were collecting gnoses. La Signora had stolen Venti’s. She no doubt took it to Snezhnaya before returning to Inazuma only to die at the hands of the Raiden Shogun. In Sumeru, the doctor used Scaramouche to create a new god. If the Fatui were collecting gnoses, what was their ultimate plan? Were they trying to challenge Celestia? Were they trying to create another god? Whatever it could be, it couldn’t be good. “Whatever your plan,” she laughed, startling the doctor. “You’re forgetting something,” she grinned, coy. “I am useless. I’ve lost my powers. Celestia sealed them away.”  

It was only half-the truth. Celestia did truly seal her powers away, yet she regained a fragment—of her purifying power. Lumine flinched as the doctor’s other hand forcefully struck her face. “No matter,” he cackled, leaning back on his haunches. “We’ll draw them out of you anyway.” He pulled out an enormous syringe from his side. Lumine’s eyes widened in horror. The needle pierced her arm; a dizzying blur bested her vision. The syringe flooded with crimson blood, speckled with gold.  

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Dusk began to settle across the horizon, geo crystal flies dancing in the crisp air. A wandering samurai and a pixie entered Wangshu Inn to retire for the night. It took some persuasion from the pixie to convince the samurai to not sleep outside. Afterall, he was used to sleeping on rocks or tree branches and not a comfy bed. It felt too good of a luxury. He supposed Paimon was right. A temporary shelter with a roof over his head, with a blanket and a soft bed did wonders on the body and mind. He didn’t need to worry about an impending thunderstorm or monsters trying to kill him in his sleep. This was nice.  

He woke up at the crack of dawn, gathering his belongings as Shiro and Paimon followed him out from the rented room; Kazuha paying the inn keeper a sum of mora. They left the inn, following the dirt road. It occurred to the samurai they were walking blindly into this rescue mission. 

“You said Lumine was taken by a member of the Fatui, right?” He questioned the floating pixie. “Do you remember what they looked like?” 

Paimon squinted her eyes, tittering. “Ah!” She gasped, a light bulb igniting above her head. It had been some time since her concussion; some crucial memories were flooding her mind. “Paimon remembers! It was the Doctor!” 

“The Doctor?” 

“Il Dotorre, The Doctor.  He’s the second of the eleven Fatui Harbringers. Paimon and Lumine first met him in Sumeru. He’s powerful.” 

“What did he look like?”  He needed to make sure he understood his prime target. This was crucial. 

“He has wavy blue hair, red eyes and pale skin. The Doctor wears a black-beak-like mask covering his face and wears a long-white coat over a blue cravat with black raven feathers on his shoulders.” 

Huh. An intriguing description. He’d never see any Fatui Harbringer other than Scaramouche and La Signora. It couldn’t be hard to spot such a man. 

“I see,” he tapped his chin. They were heading blind into Snezhnaya. Surely there had to be some kind of lead to track down this Doctor. As if reading his mind, Paimon fluttered around him. 

“The Fatui Headquarters are stationed in Nod Krai.” 

“Nod Krai?” 

“Paimon and Lumine traveled there after we journeyed through Natlan. It was our first stop in Snezhnaya.” Perhaps this place could give him clues to where Lumine was being held captive. There was only one way to find out. 

“What’s the fastest way to Nod Krai?” 

“Paimon traveled with Lumine across Sumeru through Natlan and took Ineffa’s boat,” the pixie frowned. 

Hmm, traveling across the humid rainforest and the scorching desert would take weeks, possibly months not to mention Natlan. There was no telling how long it would take to travel on foot. Unfortunately, they didn’t have the luxury of time. He needed to find Lumine as quickly as possible. 

Kazuha clenched his bandaged fist. “I remember Venti telling me there was a port in Mondstadt.” He’d never personally been to the land of freedom. Although he knew many great things about the region, especially the anemo archon himself. Venti came and visited him during the Lantern Rite aboard the Crux Fleet months ago. A chill guy. He knew the anemo archon would help them without a doubt. 

“Tone-Deaf Bard?” Paimon giggled. Kazuha raised an eyebrow at the insulting nickname. Was this what the pixie thought of him? Then why was she smiling? He shrugged his shoulders. 

“If we continue on this path we’ll arrive in Mondstadt in two days' time.” 

“Paimon suggests we stop at the Dawn Winery, no sleeping on rocks,” the pixie placed her hands on her hips. Kazuha nodded his head. 

“Sure, whatever Paimon wants, Paimon gets.” 

***

Lumine couldn’t tell whether it was day or night, there was no window in her chilly cell. This was torture. Every few hours she was given a measly bowl of cold porridge. Whenever she dozed off, she was woken up by the stinging sensation of needles pricking her skin. They drew blood, multiple times. Everytime, her vision blurred. How many times have they drawn her blood? She lost count. A loud bang startled her, lifting her fuzzy vision. 

“Blood… not enough!” A voice boomed, rattling the stony walls. 

“Why?” she croaked, gathering her strength into her voice. “WHY?!” She screamed. Why were they doing this? Lumine heard the sound of footsteps, a figure kneeling into her vision. It took a couple of hard blinks for her to recognize who it was. Her chains froze, ice jarring her skin. Dread settled into her bones.

Tsarita, the cryo archon. 

“You wouldn’t understand the lengths you go to for love.” She sneered. 

“Love?” Epiphany shot through her mind.  She had known the Tsarita was collecting the seven gnosis from the seven archons. If she was after the seven gnosis and was drawing her blood… This could only mean one thing. 

“You’re trying to revive Saarelainen,” she muttered under her breath. He was the third descender, Tsarita’s lover, brutally murdered and torn into seven parts by the Heavenly Principles. She read about it in a book in the library of the Frostmoon Enclave. “If you revive your lover, he won’t be the same Saarelainen you once knew.” 

Tsarita scoffed, her icy glare boring into Lumine’s tired eyes. She harshly grasped her chin. “What would you know, pitiful descender,” she spat. “As long as he lives again, I do not care whether you die. This world can freeze for all I care.” Her sharp nails scratched her skin, deep enough to draw blood. The cryo archon released her, stepping away. Lumine gritted her teeth, her cheek stinging. She could feel the blood trickling down her chin.

The sound of footsteps retreated, leaving Lumine alone in her cold, bitter cell. She closed her eyes, trying to rest. Please. The blond traveler pleaded, uttering a silent prayer. There was no telling whether anyone would hear it. Maybe one of the seven archons would listen. I don’t want to die. Please get me out of here. She blew out her breath, sending the words with the last bit of anemo strength she had.

***

After half a day they stopped at Dawn Winery per Paimon’s request. Kazuha had never seen such an enormous grape vineyard. The inside was a cozy and majestic tavern. The executive chairman, Elzer, was kind enough to lend them a spare room upstairs. The housemaids bid them a glass of their finest red wine. While Kazuha prefered sake, the wine was delicious. It made him feel sleepy enough to get a good night’s rest.

The next morning he woke up energized, he and Paimon thanking the chairman before returning to the road. Sure enough, after another twelve hours they arrived at the fortress of Mondstadt. It was a grandiose city unlike any other, surrounded by walls of stone. He heard many people describe Mondstadt with a casual and picturesque atmosphere. The plains, hills and cliff sides were serene. He and Paimon passed through the entrance gate, walking upon cobblestone paths. The whole place was etched in stone and wood. The buildings were tall with quaint shops and homes.

They came to the center square where a pristine fountain stood. Several villagers were chatting, eating bread and food at tables, little children chasing each other and stray cats wandering around. This place felt homey. Kazuha honestly wouldn’t mind living here. 

“Cat’s Tail is open!” A voice shouted, “engage in another round of TCG!” Kazuha turned, noticing a young girl, with calico ears and tail waving in front of one shop. Huh. He knew hybrids existed, other than descendants of adeptus but seeing one himself this was new. 

Shiro meowed, nudging his ankle. Kazuha reached down to pet his feline. An idea occurred to him. Surely, he couldn’t take Shiro all the way with him to a cold land, much less into battle. He couldn’t fathom losing his pet. Bending down, he picked up his pet, walking toward the calico person in front of Cat’s Tail. 

“Hello,” he greeted the young girl. “Do you by any chance take in cats?”

“Hello there!” The girl chirped, “the name’s Diona. I don’t think I’ve seen you around here,” she placed her hands on her hips. She shifted her attention to the white pixie. “Paimon!” 

“Hello, Diona!” The pixie waved at her. The cat hybrid tilted her head, albeit confused. Usually the pixie was seen with the blond traveler. Who was this strange man? 

“My name’s Kazuha Kaedehara,” the samurai answered. “A friend of Lumine.” Diona nodded her head, eying the white feline in his arms. This made sense. After all, the traveler had many friends. 

“We take in many cats, strays or not. At Cat’s Tail we make sure all felines are well taken care of.” A sense of relief washed over the samurai. 

“This is Shiro, my cat. Can you temporarily take care of him? I am on a journey and I cannot take him with me.” 

“It would be my pleasure!” Diona beamed, she let out a meow, several other kitties rushing up behind her. Kazuha handed her Shiro. Diona set down Shiro next to the other cats. They immediately flocked to him, sniffing and greeting each other. At least Shiro wasn’t alone and could mingle with others of his kind.

“Thank you,” Kazuha reached into his pouch, handing Diona a sack of mora. He could rest assured his cat was safe.

“Have a safe journey, Kazuha and Paimon!” Diona waved before ushering all the cats inside the shop.

Kazuha turned around, facing the direction of a cathedral. “The Knights of Favonius Headquarters is over there,” Paimon pointed ahead. “And this is the Favonius Cathedral. The people of Mondstadt come to worship the anemo archon.” Kazuha nodded his head, deciding to walk up the stairs leading to the cathedral. It was different than the temple and shrines one would see in Liyue and Inazuma. This building was enormous, etched with colorful stained glass windows. 

“Looking for me?” A voice startled him from above. Kazuha swung around, noticing a familiar figure standing on top of Barbato’s statue. A gentle breeze glided him down to ground level. Venti chuckled, his eyes twinkling. “I could sense you in the wind,” his usual cheerful demeanor shifted into a serious one. “I know why you’re here. My warrior is in danger.” 

Kazuha could feel his stomach twist slightly at the endearing nickname. Is this what Venti thought of Lumine? He knew she and the anemo archon were close friends. No wonder, many people were close to the traveler. He couldn’t blame them, she was a kind soul who practically saved many throughout Teyvat. Shoving aside the bubbling jealousy, Kazuha sighed. He had far worse matters at hand. 

“Lumine was taken by a member of the Fatui. She is being held hostage in Snezhnaya. I am journeying there to rescue her,” he clenched his fist. “I cannot and will not lose her.” The anemo archon nodded his head, as if pleased to hear those words. “You told me there is a port in Mondstadt. I was wondering if I could lend a boat there?” He needed some way to get to Snezhnaya.

“Here,” Venti pulled out a trinket from his pocket, he plopped the Mondstadt style object into Kazuha’s hands. It glowed with the anemo symbol. “This should give you a free pass to borrow any boat in Dornman port. Head north of here past Storm Bearer Mountains.” 

“Thank you.”

“You’re welcome! Listen to the wind, it’ll guide you to her. But first, you need a powerful ally. You’ll find them in Nod Krai.” 

“Who?”

“You’ll find out.” Kazuha blinked, frowning. 

“Can’t you tell me who they are or what they look like?”

Venti giggled, “Hehe, where is the fun in that? It is all part of the journey. Besides, they won’t be hard to spot.” 

Helpful. Very helpful. 

“May the wind bless your travels!” Venti pulled out his lyre playing a harmonious tune. A crowd of villagers began to surround him. Kazuha left the cathedral grounds, Paimon following him silently. The pixie was being uncharacteristically quiet again. At least they knew now where they could borrow a boat to sail to Nod Krai. 

Kazuha sighed, returning his gaze to the sky. Lumine was strong, he never doubted her capabilities. Yet, he was still worried. This ghastly feeling wouldn’t leave. 

Hold on, Lumine. Hold on.

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They rested in the Goth Grand Hotel for the night. The interior design was completely different from Liyue inns. Kazuha ate a late meal of sticky honey roast and apple cider next to the hearth. Paimon on the other hand, was busy scarfing down grilled fish. Mondstadt cuisine was truly a wide array of comfort food.  

While their bedroom was small, it was enough to accommodate them. The following morning, they woke before dawn, leaving the hotel before sunrise. They continued their path toward Dornman Port. Kazuha followed Venti’s directions as they walked through the Storm Bearer Mountains. After much arduous walking over cliff side terrain, they could see a port out in the distance. A quaint little town nestled on the bay surrounded by woodland.  

“Is that Dornman port?” Paimon piped up, rubbing her sleepy eyes. They had left Mondstadt bright and early. The forest here was different from the rest of Mondstadt. There were no birch or fir trees. No, the trees here looked like dark green needles with strange brown conical shaped cones. In the outlying distance he could barely make out gray mountains hiding in thick fog.  

“Looks like it,” Kazuha replied. “Seems to be the only port ahead. Let’s go.” They trailed down the mountainside, entering the coniferous woodland. The air here was crisp and chilly.  

Eventually they came toward the quaint town. It was smaller than Mondstadt, a modest little village. The streets were filled with caravans and merchants trading various goods. He and Paimon walked toward a pier where several boats were docked.  

A random man stepped in front of him. “This place is off limits to travelers. Permit required.” Kazuha held out the trinket Venti handed him. Upon seeing the anemo symbol, the man bowed his head. “My apologies. You may select any boat on this pier.”  

It worked! Kazuha thanked the man as he chose the one at the end. It was a decent size, bigger than the one he used to sail from Inazuma. A Waverrider. It was perfect for their trek. They were inside the vessel, free from rain or outside forces. It offered tight security. Kazuha was surprised the boat moved on its own, powered by some unknown magical force. He could accelerate its speed and direction by a press of a button instead of a helm. How convenient. This was some advanced technology. 

He took a break, satisfied the boat was heading west. A samurai was no stranger to navigation by the sun and stars. Technically he didn’t need the additional compass on the steering panel, but this was handy too.  

Setting down his bag, he pulled out his spare blanket and futon, handing Paimon hers so they could make their own little bed in the corner of the spacious singular room. Next, he pulled out the food he bought from Mondstadt, and a canteen for water. Luckily, he spotted two enormous barrels in the back, filled with additional water. They had enough to last them for several days. If they sailed close to the border of Mondstadt, around Chenyu Vale, and through the sea between Sumeru and Fontaine they could avoid the icy treacherous waters of Snezhnaya. Kazuha leaned against the wall, keeping watch through the window, making sure they never strayed far from the land of Mondstadt.  

It took two days by the time they made it into the Nostoi Region. He could see the desert and dense jungle to the west, and the pristine waterfalls of Fontaine to the east. The Waverider had not stopped sailing once, continuing its trek. He and Paimon were beginning to run low on food by the time they left the Nostei sea, entering a dark ocean with no land in sight. 

“Let’s see,” Kazuha leaned over the steering panel, peering at the compass. It was dark and cloudy outside, making it impossible to track the stars or sun. The compass was proving itself useful. He steered the ship, making sure it headed west, following the dial. Kazuha could tell Paimon was getting tired of staying inside the cabin for a few days. To be frank, it was beginning to feel cramped in here. After all, he was used to being on a spacious ship out in the open air and not stuck inside a cabin.  

Returning to his usual spot, he laid down to rest. Hopefully they'll make it to Nod Krai soon.  

 ***

Murky fog surrounded his feet, obscuring his surroundings. He waved his arms and hands trying to disperse it to no avail.  

“You’re too late,” a menacing voice boomed. He froze, cold dread seeping through his bones at the implication.  

No. No, no, no, it couldn’t be… His heart rate began to skyrocket, his feet moving as he jolted into a sprint. There was something ahead, something he couldn’t identify. Picking up the pace, his sandals skidded to a halt as the object no– person came into view. It was Lumine lying on the ground, her eyes a lifeless white, skin pale as a sheet, lying in a pool of stained blood. He knew a corpse when he saw one. He witnessed the annihilation of his clan and his best friend’s death. Lumine was dead. 

Horror and agony ransacked his body. Kneeling, he picked up Lumine’s lifeless body. “No.” This couldn’t be real. “NO!” He screamed, “LUMINE!” 

Water splashed his face; the samurai vehemently tugged into reality. “Kazuha!” It took him a few minutes to regulate his haggard breathing. “Paimon heard you whimpering in your sleep.” Groaning, Kazuha rubbed his eyes. It was a nightmare, a terrible one. Archons, he hoped it wouldn’t come true. “Paimon has news.” 

“What is it?” 

“Look!” The pixie floated toward the window, pointing. “Nod Krai.” Kazuha stood up, noticing an unfamiliar land in the distance. It was unlike any terrain he’d ever seen. Sharp, jagged gray mountains towered the sky. The island toward the west was a hue of lavender and turquoise. It seemed out of place compared to the other islands. They neared the dock where a bizarre town stood. The place was filled with enormous dark crates, the dock and pier covered in iron and metal plates. There were mechanical machines and robots running among children and villagers. The Waverider docked the pier, he and Paimon gathering their belongings as they stepped foot onto the new land.  

The samurai was bombarded with the sound of machinery and electric whirring. The people here were dressed in hues of brown and rugged clothing. Some wore fluffy hats and coats. Judging from the air alone, he could tell this place was dangerous. There were many drifters and outlaws mingling with merchants. Several pairs of eyes turned toward him. He couldn’t blame them; he was a stranger in this land. He stood out like a maple tree in a cyberpunk dreamscape.  

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“Welcome to Nasha Town!” Paimon leaned close to whisper. “Be careful, people will try to rip you off here. Some are sneaky, gotta keep an eye out.” Kazuha hummed, instinctively brushing his hand against the hilt of his blade. He’d steer clear of danger as best as he could. He could sense it in the wind, it was teeming with uncertainty. Many of the merchants turned away, upon noticing Kazuha’s hand on his blade. He’d use it if necessary to defend himself and Paimon. A samurai’s code. It seemed nobody was in the mood to mess with him. 

“Oh look!” Paimon gasped, “it’s Krum-Clank!” Kazuha blinked, noticing a pink pig-like robot with a heart-shaped nose bouncing around and spilling sweets on the ground. A young pink-haired girl rushed up to the robot, dressed in an oversized jacket with a lime-green dress and unmatching baggy socks. “Aino!” Paimon fluttered toward the young girl. Aino lifted her head, patting Krum-Clank as she picked up the remaining sweets.

“Paimon!” Kazuha walked up toward them, intrigued. “What brings Paimon here to Nod Krai and—” The girl paused, eyes widening as she glanced at Kazuha. She gave him a skeptical look, glancing around. “Where is Lumine?” 

“That’s why we’re here,” Kazuha stepped forward, “Lumine had been taken captive into Snezhnaya.” 

“This is Kazuha,” Paimon gestured to the samurai. “He’s a samurai from Inazuma, friends with Lumine. We are traveling to rescue Lumine. We need help.” 

Aino frowned, twisting her feet nervously. “If I could I would gladly help, unfortunately, Ineffa promised me she’d help me get my bots back. Some pesky thieves stole them again!” She stomped her foot, puffing her cheeks, aggravated. Kazuha lifted his head sensing a pair of eyes watching them. Magenta eyes glowed in the darkness of a black crate sitting on top of a roof. He couldn’t make out the figure, camouflaging in the shadows. A beeping noise distracted Aino, the little girl gasping. “I’m sorry, I’ve got to help Ineffa! Come on Krum-Clank!” She ushered the robot, rushing out of the town. 

The glowing eyes Kazuha saw earlier disappeared. He tightened his grip on the hilt of his blade. “Where is the Fatui base?” He inquired. “Perhaps we can find information regarding Lumine’s whereabouts.”

“The Fatui Headquarters is on Paha Isle, north of here,” Paimon replied. “The place is crawling with Fatui, it’s dangerous.” 

“Stealth mode it is,” Kazuha nodded his head. “We should hurry.” After all, there were many pairs of eyes watching. Paimon tittered as they left Nasha Town, following the pathway bending around the mountain cliff. Kazuha kept his hand upon his sword. The air was teeming with another presence, one he couldn’t identify. Someone was following them.

He halted as he and Paimon came past a pristine lake, nearing the edge of the cliff facing Paha Isle down ahead. 

“What’s wrong?” Paimon tilted her head, noticing Kazuha’s gaze sweeping their surroundings. The samurai swung around, drawing his Isshin blade. 

“Who’s there? Show yourself!” A gust of wind billowed over them. Kazuha stepped back, holding his blade protectively in front of Paimon as an unfamiliar figure landed gracefully upon his feet in front of him. 

Tousled lavender hair swung in the gentle breeze, a head lifting to reveal the same magenta colored eyes Kazuha saw earlier. Up close, his white pupils were shaped like slits. It was him! The guy who had been watching them since they entered Nasha Town hiding in a crate. Wait! 

This was no normal guy. There were horns on the top of his head, with black wings on his back with red membranes followed by a spiky black tail with a pink tip. A dragon and human hybrid. He never thought he’d live to witness a spectacle. Not to mention his distinctive outfit. He wore a dark-hooded garment, white gloves and pants, and black boots. The collar of his hooded garment had spiky silver shoulder pads, where several scarlet quartzes dangled. On the front of his outfit, there etched into the black garment was a massive pink quartz heart. 

“Who are you?” The samurai kept his blade pointed at the stranger. On his side, he noticed the hybrid had a sword of his own. A sword of unknown provenance. It was a slender silver blade with purple to red hue, a crown-like guard with a singular red eye. The dragon’s gaze shifted upon them, clearly apprehensive. 

“Durin.” 

“Durin of Dragonspine?” Paimon gasped, she moved around Kazuha. The dragon angled his head, shifting uneasily at the pixie’s closeness. He took a step back. It was clear he was skittish. Lowering his guard, Kazuha sheathed his blade into his belt. This guy was no threat, there was nothing ominous in the wind. 

“I heard you back there,” Durin placed a hand over his heart. “You need help finding Lumine in Snezhnaya.” Kazuha shook his head.

“It is dangerous—”

As if pulled by a sudden force of boldness, the dragon stepped forward. “You need me and you know it.” Stunned by his words, Kazuha blinked. He stared at the dragon, his eyes blazing with resolve. 

“You? What’s in it for you?” He needed to know his intentions. 

“I am a dragon,” Durin nodded his head, “my pyro will be beneficial in the icy land of Snezhnaya.” He did have a point there. “Besides, I am a wandering dragon seeking my place in this world. I want to do all I can to help others. I can help you. I want to help.” 

Was this the powerful ally Venti meant?

“Paimon agrees. Durin could be of great use!”

“All right,” Kazuha courtly nodded. “You may come along.” The dragon’s expression brightened, a smile gracing his face. His tail flicked with zeal. 

“Let me guess, you’re heading to the Fatui Headquarters?” Durin pointed ahead to the massive building in the distance. “The place is crawling with recon bots and Fatui guards.” He dug into his side pocket pulling out a mysterious ID chip card. “A friend gave me this. We could use it to open the gate and sneak in.” 

Now they were talking. 

Kazuha ushered them with his hand, the two of them skidding down the mountainside cliff, Paimon quick in tow. There were recon bots floating above, shining lights upon the ground. 

“Don’t let the recon bots spot you,” Durin whispered, “they’ll suck you up like magnets.”

Good to know. It seemed this dragon knew about the base. “Paimon knows there is an underground lab west of the Fatui Headquarters. Maybe we’ll find something there?” 

Kazuha gestured silently, urging them to not make a sound. Durin crouched down, stealthily evading the shining lights as he used his card to open the massive gate. The pair of them entered, sneaking behind crates to avoid being spotted by robots and fatui guards. Venti was right, he needed an ally on this mission. 

***

The fatigue in her bones was harrowing. She tried her best to conserve as much energy as possible. Reaching into her side she found something tucked against the hem of her dress, hidden away. A maple leaf. It was a keepsake Kazuha gave her long ago. 

She’d hold on, for him.