Furina floated in an empty, cold void, her consciousness adrift, untethered. There was no light, no darkness, no sense of time or space. She felt weightless, her body dissolving into the nothingness around her, her mind caught in a strange limbo between wakefulness and oblivion. Every moment stretched into eternity, yet there was an underlying tension, a pull that kept her aware, barely.

Her thoughts swirled in a disorienting blur—fragmented memories of the life she once lived, the people she once loved, and the kingdom she once ruled. Fontaine. It seemed so distant now, like a dream she could no longer grasp. And then, without warning, the stillness shattered.

Furina awoke in a place that felt neither here nor there—a vast, empty void that stretched in every direction. There was no sound, no sensation of the ground beneath her feet, only an endless expanse of darkness broken by brief flashes of light. She tried to move, but her body felt heavy, as if she was sinking into the abyss. Her mind swirled in confusion as memories, emotions, and fragments of her former life surged through her.

Suddenly, her vision was flooded with a burst of light, blinding and searing in its intensity. The light took form, morphing into images—chaotic, vivid, and haunting.

The first vision was of an ancient battlefield. The air was thick with the smell of blood, smoke, and dust. Gods clashed against one another, their immense forms towering over mortals as the earth shook with each blow. Archons and their armies of elemental beings waged war, leaving devastation in their wake. Fountains of hydro burst from the earth, fire scorched the sky, and towering trees erupted from the ground as nature bent to the will of the gods.

Furina felt her heart clench as she watched the battlefield. She saw beings she once knew—her fellow Archons, now engaged in battle, their faces twisted with fury and desperation. This was the Archon War, a time she had only heard whispered of, but now, it was playing out before her like a vivid nightmare.

She saw herself in the past—Focalors, the Hydro Archon, young and fierce. In the vision, her long, flowing hair rippled like water, her eyes sharp with determination. She commanded the tides, her every movement summoning waves that crashed against her enemies. But even then, Furina could see the toll it took on her—a weariness behind her gaze, the weight of the lives lost during this senseless war.

The scene shifted abruptly, and Furina was thrust into a different vision. She was no longer on the battlefield, but in a vast, underground city—Khaenri'ah. The architecture was unlike anything she had seen in her lifetime, its grandeur unmatched, built with technology and knowledge that surpassed the rest of Teyvat. The people of Khaenri'ah moved with pride, their heads held high in defiance of the gods who ruled the rest of the world.

But this moment of peace was fleeting, as the sky above Khaenri'ah began to darken. An ominous force descended upon the nation, and Furina felt a chill run down her spine. She recognized this—this was the cataclysm that had brought Khaenri'ah to its knees.

Her vision blurred as the scene before her dissolved into chaos. Screams filled the air, and she saw the people of Khaenri'ah fall to their knees, their eyes wide with terror. Their once-great civilization was being torn apart by the Abyss, and the gods were nowhere to be found. Furina could feel the anguish of the people as they cursed the heavens, their voices filled with bitterness and sorrow.

And then, she saw them—the twins. Two figures stood at the heart of the chaos, their swords drawn, fighting with everything they had. One, dressed in white, wielded the power of light, while the other, cloaked in darkness, commanded the Abyss. Their battle was fierce, driven by conflicting ideals—one sought to save, the other to destroy. Their fight was not just with each other, but with the fate of the world itself.

Furina watched, her chest tightening as the scene unfolded. She felt helpless, unable to intervene as the city of Khaenri'ah crumbled around them, swallowed by the Abyss. And yet, there was something in the way the twins fought that resonated with her—something tragic, something unavoidable. They were bound by fate, just as she had been.

The vision shifted once more, and Furina found herself back in Fontaine, but it was different. The city was flooded, water rising rapidly as people scrambled for safety. She recognized this moment—it was the trial that had gone wrong, the one that had led to the catastrophe in Fontaine. She saw herself, standing in the midst of it all, unable to control the rising tides. Her power, once so reliable, had failed her in the moment when it mattered most.

Her heart ached as she watched the people of Fontaine suffer, the water overtaking their homes, their lives. She had tried to save them, but in the end, she had been powerless. The guilt weighed heavily on her chest, suffocating her as the images of drowning people flickered before her eyes.

And then, in the midst of it all, she saw Arlecchino. The woman stood on the edge of the chaos, her expression cold and unreadable. Blood streaked her cheek, and her sword dripped with the same crimson hue. Furina's heart clenched at the sight—her once-loyal ally, now a traitor. The gnosis had been taken from her, leaving her powerless to control the hydro that surged through the city.

"Egeria...?" Furina whispered in the void, her voice trembling. ".."

The answer didn't come from Arlecchino, but from a voice—soft, yet commanding. It echoed through the void, pulling Furina's attention away from the images of destruction. The lady with the dark blue hair, the one who had been there when she fell, appeared before her once again. Her smile was gentle, her eyes filled with a mix of sorrow and understanding.

"It was not your fault, little one," the woman said softly, kneeling before Furina. Her aura glowed with a warmth that contrasted with the chaos surrounding them. "The fall of Khaenri'ah, the Archon War, the flood in Fontaine—these were events beyond your control."

"But I left them," Furina choked out, tears streaming down her face. "I left my people... I couldn't save them."

The woman's expression softened, and she reached out, placing a comforting hand on Furina's cheek. "Your journey has not ended. There is still much for you to do, much for you to learn. You cannot carry the weight of the world alone."

Furina sobbed, overwhelmed by the guilt and the visions she had just witnessed. The fall of Khaenri'ah, the Archon War, her own failure in Fontaine—it was all too much. She had been powerless, lost in a world that demanded more from her than she could give.

The woman allowed Furina to cry, her presence a calming force in the midst of the storm. "Take your time, little one," she said gently. "You are stronger than you know, and the world still needs you."

As the woman's words washed over her, Furina felt a small sense of peace return. The weight of her guilt didn't vanish, but it lessened, if only slightly. She closed her eyes, letting the warmth of the woman's aura envelop her.

"Why?" Furina whispered into the void, her voice hoarse and weak. "Why did it end this way?"

But there was no answer, only the deafening silence that surrounded her. The void seemed to press in on her, suffocating her in its cold embrace.

And then came the guilt. It hit her like a tidal wave, crashing over her with a force she couldn't withstand. Furina could feel it in her bones, in her very soul—the weight of her failure. She had abandoned her people, the citizens of Fontaine. She had left them to suffer, to die, while she... she had fled.

Images of Fontaine began to flash before her eyes now—its glittering streets, the grand palaces, the rivers that flowed through the heart of the city. And then she saw the waters rising, flooding the streets as panic gripped the populace. She could see their faces, twisted in fear and confusion, looking up to the heavens, to her, for salvation that never came.

"I failed them," she choked out, her voice barely a whisper. Tears welled up in her eyes, blurring her vision as the weight of her guilt became unbearable. "I failed everyone."

Her body trembled as the last of her strength ebbed away, and she closed her eyes, wishing for the pain to stop. But the void didn't let her rest. It held her there, suspended between life and death, forcing her to confront the truth.

The presence of the woman with the dark blue hair returned, her aura both radiant and imposing. Her hood, made of crystalline light, still obscured her eyes, but Furina could feel the intensity of her gaze piercing through the fog of her thoughts.

"Do you know what you're seeing?" the woman's voice cut through the emptiness, sharp and clear.

Furina flinched, her breath catching in her throat. She wanted to hide, to disappear, but there was nowhere to go. She was trapped.

"This... this is Khaenri'ah," Furina managed to say, her voice cracking under the weight of her emotions. "The fall of Khaenri'ah..."

The woman's expression remained unreadable, but her voice softened, though it still carried a stern edge. "Yes. This is history—the history of this world, the history of those who fought to protect it, and those who tore it apart. But it is also your history, Furina."

Furina's breath hitched. "My history?" she repeated, confusion and fear swirling within her.

The woman's presence seemed to loom larger, though her tone remained gentle now. "You've left much behind, little one. Your people, your purpose. But you are not alone in this. Many have made sacrifices, some far greater than you can yet comprehend."

Tears continued to stream down Furina's face as the memories played on, relentless in their assault. The destruction, the chaos, the sorrow—it all pressed down on her, threatening to crush her beneath its weight.

"You've seen the consequences of your actions," the woman continued. "Now you must understand them."

Furina wanted to scream, to cry out, but no words came. She was exhausted, her mind and body numb from the emotional torment. All she could do was let the tears fall, her shoulders shaking with silent sobs.

The woman watched her for a long moment, allowing her to grieve, to feel the full weight of her guilt and sorrow. "It is not too late," she said softly, her voice carrying a note of hope. "Your journey is far from over, Furina."

As if on cue, the void around Furina began to shift once more. The cold emptiness gave way to a different kind of energy, one that pulsed and thrummed with life. Furina felt a sudden jolt, like being pulled from deep water, and before she could process what was happening, she was awake.

But then, something changed. The void around her began to shift, the images fading into nothingness. The woman's voice echoed one last time, a whisper in the darkness: "Wake up."

Her eyes snapped open, and the world came rushing back in a flood of sound and light. But it wasn't the world she remembered.

She blinked rapidly, her vision blurry and disoriented as she tried to make sense of her surroundings. Gone were the familiar streets of Fontaine, the grand palaces, and the serene rivers. Instead, towering buildings loomed above her, their glass windows reflecting the bright sunlight in blinding flashes. The air was thick with the hum of engines, the screech of tires on asphalt, and the distant clatter of trains speeding along elevated tracks.

Furina's heart raced as she sat up, her mind spinning with confusion and fear. She was in Fontaine—she could feel it in the air, the unmistakable scent of the ocean and the energy of the city—but it was different. Everything was different.

Furina stirred, her senses slowly returning as she fought to shake off the fog of unconsciousness. Her body felt different, heavier, and the air around her carried an unfamiliar chill. She groaned softly, trying to gather her bearings as her eyelids fluttered open. The world was a blur of bright lights and muted colors, but she could tell one thing for certain—she wasn't where she had fallen.

As her vision cleared, Furina noticed the sky above her was a piercing blue, but something was off. The edges of the buildings surrounding her reached far into the heavens, impossibly tall, casting long shadows over the crowded streets below. She blinked, her heart pounding. Where was she?

Sitting up, Furina became acutely aware of how strange her body felt. Her hair, once short and styled in a familiar way, now cascaded down her back in long, thick waves, pooling around her shoulders and touching the ground. She ran a trembling hand through it, her fingers getting lost in the silky mass. It felt foreign—too much of it, too long, too different from how she remembered.

But that wasn't the only thing that had changed.

Her clothes, previously regal and befitting a goddess, were gone, replaced by something more modern, sleek, and unfamiliar. The fabric hugged her figure in ways she wasn't used to, the style strange and cutting-edge, unlike anything she had ever worn in Fontaine. She glanced down at her reflection in a nearby puddle, gasping softly. Her face was still her own, but the small differences—the slightly sharper jawline, the delicate freckles dusting her cheeks, the almost luminous glow to her skin—were enough to make her heart race.

She touched her face, her fingertips grazing the smooth skin, wondering how this had happened. She was Furina, the Hydro Archon, but this reflection staring back at her... wasn't. It was as if she was looking at someone else entirely—a new version of herself.

And then the whispers started.

At first, she barely registered them, her mind too overwhelmed by the strangeness of her situation. But soon, the low murmur of voices became impossible to ignore. Furina turned her head and realized that people were staring at her—hundreds of them, all around her, bustling along the sidewalks, standing by shop windows, or walking along the busy streets. Some had stopped entirely, their eyes wide, as if they were witnessing something extraordinary.

She glanced around, confused, and that's when she noticed the faint clicking sound of cameras. The soft whirr of phones being lifted to capture her image.

People were taking pictures of her.

Furina's heart raced, panic bubbling beneath her calm exterior. She tried to stand, but her legs felt weak, the long strands of her hair getting tangled around her limbs as she struggled to rise. Her movements were slow and clumsy, and the more she floundered, the more attention she seemed to attract.

The crowd around her began to swell, people whispering in hushed tones as they gawked at her, their phones held up to capture every second.

"Who is she?"

"She looks like someone from a fairytale..."

"Is that a costume? Her hair is so long..."

"She's beautiful—look at her face, it's unreal."

"Do you think she's a model?"

Furina's breathing quickened. She could feel the weight of their stares, their whispers buzzing in her ears like an incessant hum. She needed to get out of here, away from these strangers, away from the cameras flashing in her direction. But no matter how she moved, the world around her felt surreal, like she didn't belong in it.

Her mind raced, and panic rose in her chest. She wasn't just Furina anymore. She wasn't the Hydro Archon. She wasn't the ruler of Fontaine. She was Focolurs now, reborn into a body that wasn't fully her own, in a world that had long since moved on without her.

In the crowd, some recognized something deeper, even if they couldn't place it. Her presence was like an echo from an ancient time, an aura of mystery clinging to her like the remnants of a forgotten past. Yet, to them, she was just another oddity in the modern world—a girl with impossibly long hair, dressed in strange clothes, standing dazed in the middle of a busy city street.

The cameras clicked again. More people gathered.

Furina— felt the weight of centuries pressing down on her chest. She had returned, but to what? This world of sleek metal, flashing screens, and towering buildings was not the Fontaine she remembered. It was a city she barely recognized, its people as foreign to her as she was to them.

She clutched her head, her long fingers tangling in her hair, pulling it away from her face as she tried to make sense of everything. This wasn't a nightmare. It wasn't an illusion. She was here—reincarnated, in a new body, in a new world.

Her body trembled as she slowly rose to her feet. She felt weak, disoriented, but she couldn't stay there, in the middle of this crowd, letting their stares weigh her down. She needed to find answers—figure out how this had happened, why she was here, and most importantly, what had happened to Fontaine.

But with each passing second, the people around her grew more curious, their eyes unblinking, their phones ever-present. She had become a spectacle.

"Please..." she whispered, her voice soft and hoarse. She took a shaky step back, her feet barely managing to support her weight. "I need to leave..."

But the crowd was thick, and the city around her was loud. No one heard her. No one even seemed to care about her distress. They were too busy documenting her every move, capturing the image of this strange, ethereal girl who had appeared out of nowhere.

Furina—Focalors—could feel her chest tighten, the panic clawing at her throat. This wasn't right. She shouldn't be here, in this time, in this place. The world had moved on without her, and she wasn't sure she could keep up.

With a deep breath, she turned and began to walk, her movements stiff and unsure. She ignored the whispers, the phones, the cameras, forcing herself to keep moving despite the confusion swirling in her mind. Her long hair trailed behind her, catching in the breeze as she pushed her way through the crowd, trying to escape the suffocating attention.

The people parted as she passed, their eyes still on her, but Furina barely noticed. Her mind was elsewhere, focused on the overwhelming questions that buzzed in her skull. Who was she now? What had become of Fontaine? And why... why had she been brought back?

As she walked, her thoughts turned inward, and she began to feel the weight of her new reality. She was no longer the Furina she once knew. The Hydro Archon was gone, and in her place was Focalors—someone else entirely.

The crowd slowly thinned as she reached a quieter part of the city, the flashing cameras and murmurs fading into the distance. But the questions remained, swirling in her mind like a storm, unresolved and endless.

For the first time in centuries, Furina felt truly lost.

And yet, as she gazed up at the towering buildings and heard the hum of the city around her, she couldn't help but feel a strange, flickering hope. This world—this new Fontaine—held something. Something she didn't yet understand but could feel deep within her bones.

Maybe she wasn't Furina anymore. Maybe she had been given a second chance.

But at what cost?

Furina had no answers yet, but she knew one thing for certain: she had been brought back for a reason. And she was going to find out why.

The streets were crowded with people, all moving in a hurried blur, their faces buried in strange, glowing devices she had never seen before. Cars sped by, sleek and modern, nothing like the elegant carriages she remembered. The architecture was bold and futuristic, with towering skyscrapers and intricate bridges stretching across the sky.

"What... what is this?" Furina muttered to herself, her voice barely audible over the noise of the city. Her hands trembled as she stood, her legs shaky beneath her. "Where... am I?"

She spun in place, her breath coming in shallow gasps as she tried to process the enormity of what had happened. It felt like she had been asleep for only moments, but the world around her had changed so drastically, so completely, that it was almost unrecognizable.

Her heart pounded in her chest as the truth began to settle in. Five hundred years. She had been gone for five hundred years.

The weight of it all crashed down on her at once, nearly bringing her to her knees. She had left Fontaine behind, and now, the world had moved on without her. Her people, the city, everything she had known—it was all gone. Or, at least, it had changed beyond recognition.

Furina swallowed hard, her throat dry and her mind racing with questions she had no answers to. She took a shaky step forward, then another, her body moving on autopilot as she tried to steady her thoughts.

The people around her paid her no mind, too caught up in their own lives to notice the disoriented woman standing in the middle of the bustling city. Furina's head swam as she took in the sights and sounds, the overwhelming rush of it all nearly suffocating her.

Finally, she stopped in the middle of the sidewalk, her hands clenching into fists at her sides as a single thought broke through the haze of confusion.

"Holy fuck..." she whispered, her voice trembling with shock and disbelief. "What the hell happened to Fontaine?"

The world had changed. And so had she.
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This is the end! The end but due to 600 reads<3! (Let's try to get 630!) I will make a part two to this! Ik it's a bit rushed but yeah!! I Hope yall enjoyed reading this and ty so much to all the reads!

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