Pretty blue stones. Fading stars fell from the sky, Mona said it was from someone's constellation, and while that was

Pretty blue stones.

Fading stars fell from the sky, Mona said it was from someone’s constellation, and while that was really intresting, what caught Ayame’s attention was the giant rock below her that was about to become Fatui property. What’s a better way of getting what you want than to walk up to it, and take it? Ayame wouldn’t know, that’s all she does anyway.

Tw: mentions of blood.

The pale girl scoffed, her gaze as cold as ever as she looked at the remaining Fatui agents that surrounded her. Their clothes heavy and wet from all the water she threw at them, partly to weigh them down and make them slower, and partly because she kept trying to drown them to get this whole mess over with already.

On the tip of her blade, where blood dripped, water droplets danced and morphed into elegant flowers.

The pure crystal over her was powerful, and who knew what could happen once it fell into the hands of the Fatui? So, Ayame raced down to the beach in hopes of stopping anyone from getting near it. Plus, if she could cut off a few chunks, she could do a lot of damage if she used them carefully. And the color was really pretty, so either way, Ayame was getting a little piece for herself.

The golden sand was soft under her boots, even as she killed Hilichurl archers left and right. There was one on her left that had Cryo, and one on her right that had Electro, they both aimed at her, carefully lining their shots.

She thought for a second, trying to find the best way to get rid of them both as quickly as possible so she could shift all her attention to the Cicin mage and her annoying little fly pests that circled both the mage and Ayame.

By the time she was done, it was an awful scene. Blood everywhere, fragments and pieces of Hilichurl masks littered the soft sand, barely drifting off into the water. There was a dull electricity in the air, Ayame guessed it wasn’t really her problem since it quickly faded soon after she noticed it.

“It’s nothing,” she thought.

“It was probably from that mage chick lying over there on that rock.”

“Yeah, there’s no way that fancy hat boy made it here so fast.”

Her heart rate sped up, anticipation flooding her veins along the adrenaline that seemed all but endless at this point.

“If he’s here, I can fight him, and I can win.”

Her thoughts rushed, a twisted amusement clear in her eyes.

She tried to reassure herself, but she knew that the second the adrenaline wore off, she probably won’t even be able to lift her sword. Or her legs for that matter.

Has it always been that heavy?

Has the blade always looked so dull?

Has it always dripped blood like that?

Yeah.

Questions she didn’t have the answers to, or at least not now.

Who knew time flies by so quickly when one is defending a giant blue crystal floating above ground from greedy hands clawing and grasping at it in fleeting hopes of getting it for themselves.

But she won. She won the fight, and now, she was free to take what she had her eyes on since the very beginning. No one was left to stand in her way, and no one was left to stop her.

You see, when that first meteorite sliced the peaceful, midnight sky, and the first victim fell in a sleep so deep, they couldn’t wake up after touching it, when she first heard of people mumbling about a snowy mountain in their dreams, she knew she could get use out of it.

And she was curious to find out what the deal was with that mysterious mountain.

So, she went with Fischl, inspecting the victims and helping by getting rid of the fallen meteorites, all the while plotting to use the same power in her advantage when the time came.

The Fatui are almost as unpredictable as her, but in all her years, she was always one step ahead.

Ayame wasn’t stupid, she knew a war was seconds from breaking out, she saw the signs and heard the fearful whispers in the air. This was no different from what she’s seen before, but this time, they had an ace up their sleeve. Ayame herself.

Whichever side she fought on was sure to win. Ayame was a living, breathing weapon all on her own. She fought and won countless battles, she learned the drums of war like the back of her hand, and she knew how easily life was snuffed out like a flame of a dying candle.

Mondstadt held a very special place in her heart, it’s where she met Venti, one of her closest friends, it’s where she met and bonded with so many people, it’s where she spent most of her days running around in the fields and picking the flowers that caught her eye the most.

Mondstadt in her eyes was safe, it was home.

She sighed, stopping her thoughts from pushing her in a full out daydream in the middle of a fight. Because it wasn’t over, there where so many others that would try to reach the stone, and Ayame couldn’t afford to let them.

It was times like these where she admired her vision the most. When it won her fight after fight, drowning her enemies in the tinniest puddle but also the most vast of oceans alike.

For water gives life, and takes it away.

Sometimes, she wondered if she did the right choice by picking up a Claymore. The heavy sword was her favourite, and it was really fun swinging it around, but sometimes, when she’s lying awake in her bed, thinking about god knows what, she explores ideas of what would have happened if she had a catalyst instead.

Would she be stronger? Probably. But she’d have to do damage from a far, and she loved getting up close and personal with her enemies before sending them straight back to mother nature. Would she be able to do cool stuff with spells? Maybe, but who’s to say she’d be good with it? Magic takes time, skill and patience, three things a claymore doesn’t.

Sure, it needs skill, but not as much as a book written in the blood of an ancient civilisation or who’s tales are cursed by vengeful spirits that seek to corrupt and then consume the welders soul. A claymore was heavy, but at the end of the day, it got the job done.

Plus, it was really funny seeing the look of surprise on someone’s face when she, a five foot two girl pulled out a giant sword 2 times her size before sending them flying in a body water, that surely wasn’t there before.

A Catalyst didn’t suit her style, but it would’ve sure looked cool.