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This is summing Lyney and Lynette's trail but it is a tad different and this also involves Furina's trail so...it is different so pls read at your risk!
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In the grand courtroom of Fontaine, the atmosphere was thick with anticipation and tension. The air seemed to hum with the weight of the proceedings about to unfold. The ornate walls, adorned with carvings of justice and law, seemed to watch over the courtroom with a solemn gaze. At the center of this storm stood Furina, the Hydro Archon, her posture regal and composed, though beneath her calm exterior, a tempest of emotions brewed.

Neuvillette, the Chief Justice of Fontaine, presided over the trial from his elevated bench. His expression was stern, his eyes sharp and discerning as he surveyed the room. The courtroom was hushed, the only sounds being the occasional shuffle of feet or the rustle of papers. On one side of the room sat Lyney and Lynette, the children of Arlecchino, their faces pale and drawn as they awaited the accusations to be laid out.

Furina took a deep breath, steeling herself. She knew the importance of this trial, not just for justice, but for her own standing as the Hydro Archon. With a nod from Neuvillette, she began.

"Members of the court," she started, her voice clear and authoritative, "we are gathered here today to address the grievous charges brought against Lyney and Lynette. They stand accused of murder, a crime that took place during one of their magic shows." She spoke with a small sigh.

There was a murmur among the spectators, quickly silenced by a sharp glance from Neuvillette. Furina continued, her gaze fixed on the two defendants.

"During a recent performance, a member of the stage crew tragically lost their life. The evidence points to foul play, and it is my duty to present this evidence before the court."

She gestured to a clerk, who handed her a set of documents. "Witnesses have testified seeing unusual movements and behavior from Lyney and Lynette during the show. Furthermore, forensic analysis has uncovered traces of the use of fire on the rope,it had traces of magic or rather vision magic, one that is known to be used by a certain member of the Fatui. This lead into the thinning of the rope when it held the tank above the box , Mr Lyney use, to drops upon the box, killing the victim upon impact." She crossed her arms and glared at the two Fatuis.

Lyney's eyes flashed with a mix of fear and defiance, while Lynette maintained a stony, unreadable expression. Furina pressed on, her voice unwavering.

"It is also worth noting that both defendants have ties to The Knave, a high-ranking Harbinger of the Fatui. This connection cannot be ignored, as it raises serious questions about their motives and potential involvement in a larger conspiracy. She is also responsible for multiple cases including,stealing the gnosis from me."

Neuvillette leaned forward slightly, his fingers steepled as he considered Furina's words. "Do you have any direct evidence linking the defendants to the murder, or is this all circumstantial? Or the case regarding the stolen gnosis?"

Furina's expression remained composed. "We have gathered substantial circumstantial evidence, Your Honor. However, we also have eyewitness accounts and the results of the toxin analysis. All of this together forms a compelling case against Lyney and Lynette, including the one they call 'Father'..."

There was a pause, and then Lyney stood, his voice trembling slightly but filled with determination. "We are innocent. The victim's death was a tragic accident, not a murder. We had no motive to harm anyone. We perform to bring joy, not pain. And when we were setting up the truck the rope was in perfect condition. Lynnette stated that when she got into the tank the rope was perfectly intact. There wasn't any traces of it being burnt. And yes I know I do have a pyro vision, but I couldn't possibly get on the tank in broad daylight to set it on fire." He yelled as his fist hit the wooden pedestal .

Lynette nodded in agreement, her eyes meeting Neuvillette's with a fierce intensity. "We are being scapegoated because of our association with our mother. This is unjust. Is there anymore evidence that isnt spoken up before we continued." There was a long moment of silence until The Iudex sighed. "Furthermore, I shall commence with the trial."

The courtroom buzzed with whispers, but Neuvillette raised a hand for silence. "This is a serious accusation," he said, his voice measured. "The court will thoroughly examine all evidence presented. The truth will prevail, and justice will be served."

Furina felt a flicker of doubt. She knew the importance of this trial, not just for the accused but for her own position. She could not afford to appear weak or biased, especially now. But as she looked at the faces of Lyney and Lynette, she couldn't help but feel a pang of uncertainty.

Before she could dwell on it, a voice rang out from the back of the courtroom. "This entire trial is a farce!"

All eyes turned to see the Traveler and Paimon stepping forward. Their presence commanded attention, their expressions a mix of determination and concern.

"Furina," the Traveler began, "we have uncovered evidence that challenges your accusations against Lyney and Lynette."

Paimon nodded vigorously. "Yeah! We've been investigating and found some things that don't add up."

Neuvillette raised an eyebrow. "Proceed."

The Traveler stepped forward, holding a set of documents. "We discovered that the victim had ingested the toxin hours before the magic show even began. This means the poisoning couldn't have happened during the performance."

Paimon chimed in, "And we also found out that the toxin used was from a batch that went missing from a storage facility controlled by the Fatui. It was stolen days before the show."

The courtroom was silent as the information sank in. Neuvillette's eyes narrowed. "This new evidence suggests the possibility of a setup. Furina, do you have a response?"

Furina's composure faltered for a moment, but she quickly regained it. "This is unexpected, but it does not exonerate Lyney and Lynette. Their connection to the Fatui and the presence of the toxin at the scene are still damning."

Before she could continue, Navia stepped forward, her expression resolute. "There is more to this, Your Honor. There is a prophecy, one that speaks of deception and the fall of an Archon. I believe Furina is not the true Hydro Archon."

A collective gasp filled the room. Furina's eyes widened in shock and anger. "This is preposterous! I am the Hydro Archon, chosen by the divine."

Navia held up a hand. "If you are truly the Hydro Archon, then you will have no issue proving it. We have a bucket of primordial seawater, a substance that reveals the true nature of any fellow from Fontaine."

Neuvillette nodded. "The court agrees. Furina, will you submit to the test?"

Furina's heart pounded, but she knew she had no choice. She nodded, stepping forward. The guards set down a stand with a gold bowl that contained the thick multi colored water. It shimmered as if it had glitter floating around like the stars that danced in the dark sky.

Furina took a step to it hesitant for what would happen. The crowd whispered and sat on the ends of their seats, eager to see the choice she made. Before navia could say a word, the archon took off her glove and dunked her hand into the water. She let out a relieved sigh as she panted. "S-see? I didn't dissolve, nor did I have any reaction to it." She spoke cheerfully.

For a moment, nothing happened,until Neuvillette spoke. "I believe the Fortress of Meropide's head nurse, Miss.Sigewinne is present?" He looked south's u tile he saw a short girl that looked a like a melusine and human stepped onto the grand stage. She wattled over as she smiled at the blue and white haired woman. "Hello! I'm nurse Sigewinne! I will be examining your hand for a moment if that's ok?" Furina looked at her and nodded as she took her hand out of the water and handed it to her.

After a short while, the archons once fair,smooth skin was replaced by a small rash spreading across Furina's hand. The courtroom buzzed with confusion and suspicion.

Sigewinne, examined Furina's hand before she turned to the audience. "This rash... it's a reaction to the primordial seawater. It indicates that Furina is not entirely what she seems."

The murmurs grew louder, the suspicion in the room palpable. Furina felt a wave of panic rising within her. Tears welled up in her eyes as she looked around the room, her heart breaking at the realization that her secret was unraveling.
"Everyone. Anyone. Just please listen. I am your archon!"

Neuvillette's voice cut through the chaos. "Due to the unexpected change in trails and accuses regarding the divine powers of our archon, I have come to the conclusion to end the trail."

Furina had tears in her eyes as she shouted, "Please, you must believe me. I am the Hydro Archon!" The crowed began to murmur and make comments as she sat back down on her throne weeping.

Neuvillette silenced the crowed once more before he continued."We need to determine the truth. The Oratrice Mecanique d'Analyse Cardinale will render its judgment." He slipped something into the machine as the room was lit with a faint tint of blue glowing from it.

The Oratrice, a massive, intricate machine designed to assist in delivering sentences, began to whir to life. Its gears and cogs turned, lights flashing as it processed the information.

Furina's tears flowed freely now, her sobs echoing in the courtroom. She sat down on her throne, weeping for the sins the archon of hydro had committed, for 500 long years.

But the Oratrice continued its work, and soon, a sentence appeared on its display. The words were stark and final: "The sentence for Furina is death..."

The courtroom gasped frantically, the gravity of the sentence sinking in. Furina's heart shattered, her world crumbling around her. The grand hall was filled with the sound of the gears turning and spinning,until its came to a stop. The room was met with a wave of power, so bright that it could have been mistaken as the sun. Neuvillette shielded his eyes, not wanting to damage them.

After the flash of the light, he slowly opened them, only to have upon a woman with long white hair with blue strands that complimented her eyes. She stood under a sword, that shone bright and called the sound of disaster.

As Focalors stood before Neuvillette, the gravity of her words matched the solemnity in her gaze. Her fair skin seemed to glow in the dim light, her heterochromic eyes—one light blue, the other a deep, dark blue—reflecting the weight of the burden she was about to unveil. Her hair, a whitish-blue tinged with light blue streaks, framed her face in a short, bell-shaped bob that grazed her neck. Two longer strands of hair cascaded down to her waist, moving gently with every shift of her posture. The beaded-like lashes that adorned her eyes, much like Furina's, added an ethereal touch to her presence.

Focalors wore a flowing white dress with voluminous, puffy sleeves, the fabric transitioning from pure white to a dark shade of blue as it neared the hems and ends of her sleeves. The starry details on the fabric shimmered like constellations against the night sky, drawing attention to the intricate design. The bodice of her dress, dark blue fading to white, was detailed with gold accents and trims. The center of the bodice exposed portions of her chest and stomach, held together by gold and blue metal fastenings that glimmered in the low light. She was barefoot, a single gold ankle cuff adorned her right leg, with a blue jewel connected to a delicate toe ring. Her fingernails and toenails were painted a light blue, a subtle but striking detail.

Neuvillette stepped forward a bit, longing to speak but held the bitterness in his mouth. Focalors looked at him and smiled, her smile small yet humble. " You're not Furina. Who are you?" Neuvillette finally spoke. "Ah, the sweet sound of bewilderment. Marvelous! A sure sign that my attempt to deceive everyone was a success... But to answer your question: I am Focolurs. You know? The god?" She spoke softly.

Neuvillette felt his breath hitch as he took in a deep breath, processing the words he heard. "Focalors... Why did you deceive us?" The air was tense and tender as the lingers in the air. She smiled and began to speak.

As she began to speak, it was clear that Focalors and Furina, though once a singular being, had diverged in profound ways. "Neuvillette," she began, her voice steady but laced with a quiet intensity, "me and Furina are two sides of the same coin. We share a passion for drama, a fascination with the grand displays of human emotion that play out on the stage of life. But where Furina's heart is guided by the flames of human emotion, mine is a cold, calculating instrument of reason. The emotional outbursts that you see in her are remnants of the humanity that once resided in both of us. Now, it belongs solely to her."

There was a bluntness in Focalors' tone, a lack of the warmth and hesitation that often accompanied Furina's words. "Without that humanity, I am left with a different perspective. It allows me to speak plainly, even when the truth is harsh. I cursed Furina, yes, and I have laughed in the face of my own impending sacrifice. But know this—my actions, though they may seem cruel, were born out of a deep love for my human counterpart. Being human has always been my greatest dream, one that I can no longer fulfill. After my death, I left a final message for Furina. I asked her to live fully, to embrace the humanity that I can no longer claim. I wished for both of us to experience that life, even if only through her."

She paused, her expression softening for just a moment as she looked at Neuvillette, searching his face for understanding. "Intelligence was my gift, and it was through that gift that I crafted a plan to deceive the Heavenly Principles. It was an intricate, delicate web of lies and truths, designed to destroy the Hydro Archon's divine throne, to return the elemental authority to the Water Dragon, and ultimately, to save the people of Fontaine from the prophecy that loomed over them. This is why Egeria chose me as her successor—for my mind, my ability to see the paths that others could not."

Focalors' gaze hardened as she continued. "Like Furina, I am driven by a deep sense of justice. I was willing to sacrifice everything—my divinity, my humanity—to ensure that the people of Fontaine would not dissolve into nothingness as the Primordial Sea's levels rose. I saw the hypocrisy in the Heavenly Principles, how they branded Egeria and the Fontainians with 'Sin' for using the waters of the Primordial Sea without permission.

They declared us guilty of stealing the elemental authority of the Seven Sovereigns. But with my plan, I aimed to undo this injustice. By returning Hydro authority to you, Neuvillette, I hoped to right the wrongs that had been done."

The goddess smiled as she stepped forward and half her hand out. "Hydro dragon hydro dragon.. don't cry.."

In her final moments, Focalors revealed a vulnerability that she had kept hidden until now. "But even with all my intelligence, all my planning, I am still afraid," she admitted, her voice softening to a near whisper. "Dying is something that even gods fear. It is a truth that we share with humanity, a common thread that binds us together in the face of our mortality."

She turned around and looked up, sighing as she spoke softly. "In truth, even as I, a god of a nation, am scared of facing the hands of death.."

"For the sinner... the curtain call.. has come.." she turned around and walked to the center of the distorted stage as the blue sword hung above her. "I hope you enjoyed the role you played for the past 500 years.."'

She fell silent, the weight of her words hanging in the air between them. The woman who stood before Neuvillette was a complex blend of divinity and sacrifice, intelligence and justice, fear and acceptance.

The goddess turned around and smiled, satisfied with her death. Neuvillette watched as Focolurs began to dance,noticing small tears streaming down her face. Afraid of what would lye ahead for her in her path.  As her movements begun to come to a stop she looked down as her arms came down slowly, the sword stopped spinning. The weapon shined bright as it fell, falling onto the archon. Neuvillette reach out slightly, knowing his efforts would not be of use.

In those final moments, Focalors laid bare her soul, revealing the intricate tapestry of motivations and emotions that had driven her to this point. And as she looked at Neuvillette, there was a silent plea in her eyes—a plea for understanding, for forgiveness, and perhaps, for a measure of peace in the wake of her impending sacrifice.

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I'm so sorry if this is bad or repeats a lot I had to hurry 😭 I just started school this is gonna take awhile but ty for all the sport and this fanfic (hoping) it ends with 12 chapters (on 8?) :3 trying my best but ty for all the love <3!

-The Author
-August 13,2024
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