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𝓐 small child with pink hair and a bit of yellow at the bottom of his outfit stood in the calm sanctuary of the library, enjoying the lonely shimmer of sunshine coming in through the window. He was engrossed in his mother's storybook, "A Thousand Promises and Wind," which had a compilation of verse from (Y/n) Stories, without any interruptions. Even at his little size, he had completed it in less than a week. Scene after scene described his mother's activities on Tyvant, inspiring him. His unique eyes, a fascinating shade of pink and blue, sparkled as he read the last few paragraphs.
"Two divines collide with each other, creating a new life form... Kenzo, Seven, and Arven."
These children were especially significant since they were not born by traditional ways, but rather from the essence of the wind and the divine symbol of the goddess of promises. Arven closed the book softly after an hour of focused reading, staring at the cover. His tiny frame made it difficult for him to put it back on the shelf. The librarian, Miss Lisa, stepped in, took the book, smiled kindly, and put it back where it belonged.
"I'm guessing you're done, little caramel? Your brother has been waiting outside for an hour now. I didn't want to disturb you since you were so wrapped up in your reading. I might have kept him waiting out there, or else you two little cuties would have been too noisy," she said with a smile.
Arven nodded in agreement, his quiet manner a familiar trait. Miss Lisa understood him well and allowed him to study even the most valuable works in the library, such as the history of (Y/n). She was aware that his brother Seven's restlessness was usually a source of trouble. Arven departed the library without saying anything, leaving Seven whistling to himself as he sought to imitate their father's musical style.
"Finally, you're out! The scent of books makes me yawn every time," Seven remarked with a grin. "Anyways, I'm here to take you to Father at Wind Rise. He's practicing his music for Mother's anniversary, just a few days away."
With a nod, Arven followed Seven, their footsteps echoing in the quiet hallway as they made their way to their father's space, where music of love and celebration blended with the whispering of the wind.
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Venti, the bard of Mondstadt, sat gracefully on a rock, his fingers moving lightly across the strings of his lyre, creating a familiar yet hauntingly beautiful melody. His oldest child, Kenzo, watched calmly, delighted by the beautiful melody that filled the air.
During the performance, Kenzo couldn't help but interrupt, his voice halting the peaceful atmosphere. "Father, couldn't you try something new to express Mother?" he said, his eyes locked on Venti with a hint of excitement.
Venti thought about his son's remarks and halted, his fingers stopping their dance on the strings. A deep breath left him as he thought. "Something new, you say?" he asked, his face thoughtful.
Kenzo continued, his arms folded "Yes, something beyond her beauty and personality, something that surpasses the verses of poems."
Venti's brow wrinkled slightly, and a hint of doubt crossed his face. "But isn't that what I love about her?" he said quietly, his voice bearing the weight of 2593 years of shared history. "For all our time together, perhaps it's the same.."
Kenzo sighed heavily, his frustration obvious in the wrinkle on his brow. "Right... and you're asking for advice from someone who hasn't experienced love themselves. You and mother fell in love unexpectedly, without any dramas"
Venti nodded in agreement, a wistful smile pulling at the corners of his mouth. "Not entirely, my dear Kenzo! While it may seem like your mother and I fell into love effortlessly, there were connections here and there, although minor one. Love, in my experience, is far more detailed than the tales found in books."
Venti gently placed his lyre down beside him, his gaze fading into the distance as he pondered on the variety of love. "Love is... sometimes complicated to understand," he said, his voice gentle and peaceful. "But those thousand promises we made, those vows we devotedly maintained... they were truly the essence of our tie.."
Kenzo's eyes widened slightly, receiving a glimpse of his father's unique aura whenever he mentioned his mother. Venti's remarks had depth and impact, speaking everything about his love for her. As Kenzo reflected on the meaning of love, his father's oceanic eyes appeared to blaze with warmth and passion, stirring something inside him.
Kenzo was lost in meditation when Seven's eager entry interrupted him. "WERE HERE!!" he said gleefully, his grin stretching from ear to ear. Arven followed closely after, his calm manner opposing with Seven's excitement. Venti's smile broadened when he saw Seven.
"See, I walked all the way to Mondstadt to get here, with no problem at all!" Seven declared, his chest puffed out with pride.
Venti's smile softened as he regarded his sons with affection. "You both are braver than you know," he remarked, his voice gentle yet filled with pride. "I'm glad to see you both here."
"How did your reading go, Caramel? Any thoughts on your parents' story, hm?" Venti smiled gently, intrigued by Arven's serious face. Arven, with his attention fixated on his father, paused for a time before speaking.
"It was... interesting," Arven said slowly, his voice gentle and serious,Venti nodded, urging Arven to continue. "It made me wonder... What it must be like to love someone so much that you are prepared to make and keep a thousand promises."
Arven trailed off, his eyes drawn inward and lost in his own thoughts. Venti observed him calmly, a feeling of pleasure rising inside him. Despite his modest attitude, Arven's reflection showed a level of understanding much above his years.
"Love is a journey, Caramel," Venti said softly, his voice reassuringly warm. "And one day, when you're ready, you'll find your own story to tell."
Venti smiled gently and reached out to touch Arven's hair, a subtle expression of care and support.
"You three will someday..." Venti's expression softened as he stared at his three boys, whose eyes were filled with curiosity and doubt. With a soft smile, he got to his feet,
"For how mother describes it, it seems like a LOT of responsibility," Seven remarked, his face contorting into a mixture of skepticism
Kenzo looked at Seven with a serious gaze. "That's only because they had us, Seven," he said quietly, keeping his gaze steady. "And they were willing to take on that responsibility for us."
Venti nodded in agreement, his eyes shining with joy as he gazed at his boys. "Being a parent is a great responsibility," he said gently but firmly. "But it's also one of the greatest joys in life. To love and care for another, to guide them and watch them grow... it's a gift."
"Your love for mother is your love for us," Kenzo's words rang in Venti's head, striking a deep note within him. The relationship he had with his boys, formed from the same love that bonded him to their mother, demonstrated the eternal power of family.
"A poem or song for the anniversary..." Venti wondered aloud, his mind whirling as he considered the concept. "Yes, that could be a beautiful way to express not only my love for your mother but also my gratitude for the love that we share as a family!"
Venti picked up the lyre and his fingers itched to pick at the strings of his lyre, his thoughts already creating lines that captured the spirit of their relationship. "speaking of mother , where is she anyways?" Seven questioned, Venti grinned gently at Seven's question,
"Your mother is busy organizing things in the castle," Venti explained, a fond smile gracing his lips. "They're setting up a divine festa, an event that hasn't been held in a thousand years. But don't worry," he added reassuringly,
"your mother will arrive just in time for the anniversary celebration."Venti's heart filled with excitement as he talked, ready to see his lover and celebrate their anniversary. The idea of their family gathering to celebrate their love made him feel warm and happy.
"And when she arrives," Venti said, his voice full with emotion, "we'll welcome her with open arms and celebrate our love as a family, just as we always have."
A new string of life begins to glow.
From the divine dance of two hearts entwined,
A precious soul, a love-defined.
With each gentle breeze and every sigh,
A melody of love soars high.
A symphony of hope, a song of dreams,
Born from the promise of love's embrace,
Originating from the confidence of love's hug
A lovely child, a kind gift.
With eyes as brilliant as the stars above,
A monument to eternal affection.
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Within the Second Heaven, the statue of Eutimia, the creator of (Y/n), towered above her throne room, serving as an act of respect and respect for everyone who stepped within. The weak symbol underneath the massive memorial served as a reminder of the heavenly power within.
(Y/n) sent her daily prayers to her creator while kneeling on the spotless carpet with her head bowed in prayer. Eutimia, a six hundred millennia-old superior, had given (Y/n) control over the Second Heaven before going missing without a trace. (Y/n) was curious, but she learned to put her duties first, respecting her creator's choice and being true to her title.
"Let your blessing radiate through the bodies of your creations and my own, send prayers through my everlasting journey..." (Y/n) murmured, her words interrupted by the sudden arrival of an angel at her doors. Azria, panting heavily as if in great haste, burst into the room with urgency.
"My goddess!" she exclaimed, her voice trembling with anxiety. (Y/n) rose from her prayers, approaching Azria with concern. "Calm down, my child," she urged gently. "Catch your breath before you tell me what's so important to disturb me during my prayer."
With a deep breath, Azria composed herself before speaking. "The primacy Ilyde has called upon you to your realm of creation," she explained, her words rushed and frantic. "She's already waiting for you there."
(Y/n) considered Azria's words, a feeling of dread filled her. Ilyde, the supreme being of The Hierarchy Divinity, possessed great authority as the rightful arbiter of all gods and goddesses, a goddess of balance and justice. Behind her, (Y/n) held the title of principle, a position of power and responsibility.
Straightening herself, (Y/n) looked at Azria with determination. "Continue with your duties as assigned," she instructed, her voice steady "I will handle what I'm being called for."
(Y/n) smiled comfortingly and left her room, her aura suddenly turning icy and threatening. Anyone could see that Ilyde was serious about her summoning, and (Y/n) prepared herself for whatever awaited her in her world of creation.
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(Y/n) opened the two massive gates leading to her realm of creation, her eyes took some time to get used to the faint light before focusing on Ilyde, who was sitting in the middle of the endless sky and looked dazzling and royal. Standing next to her was a towering, black figure who was making an effort to absorb the light from the realm. It was none other than Xeno, the death-harbinger, who was both adored and dreaded by those who saw the day of judgment.
"Excellent timing,'my goddess,'" Xeno spoke out, his tone brimming with contempt for (Y/n). With a menacing smile on his lips, he trailed off, "I was about to blast this whole fucking place from the light, but..." "Like they said, you are the 'perfectly gifted goddess,' right? Came at the right timing."
(Y/n) tensed at Xeno's disrespect, her face hardening as she advised him to control his mouth. "Xeno, speaking with your filthy slangs is not acceptable in the Second Heaven," she warned, her voice strong.
Xeno clicked his tongue in irritation before stepping back, returning to Ilyde's side with a scoff. "Tsk, as if I give a fuck about it," he muttered under his breath.
Ilyde intervened, her voice cutting through the tension like a blade. "Settle down, you two," she commanded, her tone authoritative. "I'm not here to witness childish squabbles. And Xeno, please mind your manners. It's a part of the rules of heaven. Otherwise, you'll find yourself expelled from here, or better yet, keep your mouth shut when gods are speaking."
Ilyde's comments weighed heavily in the air, serving as a reminder of the consequences. As Xeno and (Y/n) looked at each other, the tension in the room crackled.
"My Primacy, what do you want me to do for you?" (Y/n) enquired respectfully, her palms put to her chest in a show of devotion to Ilyde.
"Tori won't be joining us for the divine festa coming up in the next hundred years," Ilyde informed, her tone gloomy. (Y/n) wrinkled her brow with concern. Tori, the goddess of time, was a constant presence at every gathering including the host of goddesses. Her absence was uncommon and worrisome.
"Her actions today have caused me to pass judgment," Ilyde said, her tone deepening with rage. "I want her to be executed on the spot. The judgment day is still six hundred years away, but her actions caused great damage."
(Y/n) listened carefully, realizing the gravity of the situation. "Executed... but isn't that too early? Without judgment, we can't permanently harm her,"she pointed out.
"She took over the gods' symbols that I entrusted to her, corrupted by rage and deception from a foul god," Ilyde stated with a sour frown. Tori's lying was an important damage to trust that required swift action.
"I cannot act to attack her because my contract with the Primacy forbids me from killing until the judgment day," Xeno smirked, taking Ilyde's seat as his own. "But you can. After all, isn't Tori one of your guests? As the host of the divine festa, you must handle this perfectly, mustn't you?"
(Y/n) was frustrated at being manipulated, but she realized she couldn't ignore the responsibility that had been pushed upon her. "What do you wish me to do, my Primacy?" she murmured, her voice firm.
"If you succeed in killing her, take her symbol, or at least persuade her to give it up," Ilyde said forcefully. "If not, I'll call upon Ethan to assist you as backup. But I have faith in you, (Y/n). You'll handle this duty alone for now. It needs your immediate attention, as Tori is in the midst of the ritual."
"remember your promise to me (Y/n).''
With a nod of understanding, (Y/n) readied herself for the difficult work ahead. She understood that the destiny of Tori was in her hands.
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Ilyde and Xeno left, leaving (Y/n) alone with her thoughts; a sense of urgency overcame her. Tori's damaging acts could not go unchecked, and (Y/n) realized she needed to act quickly to avoid greater destruction.
Lost in thought, (Y/n) examined the castle's hallways, her thoughts racing with ideas and tactics to confront Tori. But her seriousness was interrupted by a familiar voice reaching out to her.
"Mother!" Seven rushed towards her, his arms extending in a tight grasp around her legs. (Y/n) couldn't help but grin at her son's enthusiasm, stooping down to touch his hair with fondness.
"Done with your little adventure with your father? No trouble this time, right?" she inquired teasingly, her eyes glittering with pleasure as she lightly squeezed his cheeks.
Seven shook his head strongly, his grin spreading. "No trouble at all," Venti's voice rose in from behind, holding Arven's sleeping body in his arms. (Y/n) glanced up at Venti, her heart flooding with affection for her family.
"Looks like Arven couldn't stay awake for your song," she said with a grin, reaching out to gently tousle Arven's hair as he napped in his father's embrace.
Seven sprinted off again, his energy apparently limitless, (Y/n) sighed tirelessly, the weight of her responsibilities pressing down on her, and Venti's expression softened with empathy. Sensing her distress, he reached out to softly cup her cheeks, his touch a soothing reassurance.
"What troubles you so, my love?" Venti inquired softly, his voice filled with warmth and affection.
(Y/n) paused for a minute, her heart heavy at the awareness of the burdensome work that lied ahead. She realized she couldn't burden Venti with all of her problems, especially since it would only give him extra grief.
"I won't be back until late at night," she said, carefully selecting her words. "There's a duty that requires a lot of my attention."
She kept the facts from Venti, knowing that disclosing the exact reason of her mission would only make him more concerned. Instead, she gave him a comforting grin, attempting to ease some of his concerns.
"I'll be fine," she said, squeezing his hand gently. "I just need to focus on handling this matter, and then I'll be back with you and the boys."
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A/N
very slowly trying to get rid of write block..
Ill do a full oc claim soon
Ill start having a fun fact ever end of chp:3
FUN FACT
your 7'1