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Since Venessa, few storms had reached Mondstadt lands, and definitely they were a laughable imitation of what Old Mondstadt had faced. Stormbearer point was so useful for it, but it had been many generations until their actual situation. And everyone raised on Mondstadt knows Anemo Archon had to intervene with the unfavorable winds, changing them to those more kind, and that took centuries.
Venti likes the actual climate of Mondstadt. The rains are necessary, of course, for the grapes to grow in the best conditions for making the best wine, the specialty of Mondstadt, but the storms are the nightmare of any Mondstadtian child. From an early age, the tales about Old Mondstadt are told like scary or moral stories for the kids. The figure of the storm reminds the children of the tyrant and they don't like it. Also, the rain usually stops them from going outside, and the thunders have striking sounds that they usually are scared of.
For Venti, stormy days are not especially likable. He surely likes the rain, the breeze bringing the smell of humid soil to him and the water falling over him. But his dear friend was closed by a storm, as it is now Inazuma, unable to see more than dark clouds and fierce winds. His friend hated the storms, so he created his own storm to defy it.
A new storm, the most dangerous one, to make fall the Lord of Storms.
Venti has seen terrible storms, most of them provoked by Electro Archon itself, but the worst of them is the one where the revolution raised with the victory.
That is why, in the rare stormy days, he goes to the statue of Mondstadt and plays his best tunes to the dark clouds and loud thunders. To remember, and to make everyone not to forget that the music can't be silenced, not even for the worst of the storms.
"It's dangerous, it's better if you stay back." A redhaired knight says, his eyes red as the fire itself looking at the blue ones.
"I'm the leader of this revolution, this is my storm and I will be the first cloud." He holds his lyre to his heart. "Maybe I'm not a swordsman as you are, maybe I'm not an archer as Amos is" He looks at the woman, who is in silence, looking at one of her arrows. "I'm only a bard, but I want to sing the victory."
Venti looks at him from his position in his brown, worn out scarf, and he smiles at him with the light of decision shining on his eyes.
"Also I have this little friend, that maybe it doesn't seem, but Venti is so powerful and can protect me, right?"
Venti flies around in response, and the bard laughs as the knight sighs.
"Just make sure you don't die."
He couldn't. He was there, and he couldn't do anything.
No one blamed him, but he blamed himself.
The tower of Decarabian fell in a thousand pieces. The rebels were euphoric, the hunters were on the ground, the God fell with his tower and the victory was for the revolutionaries. For the first time, the storm disappears and the sky, the white clouds and the sun is shown to the Mondstadtians that are screaming "freedom" while crying.
"It's beautiful, Venti" The bard says, smiling, looking at the sky with those eyes so similar to it.
Venti doesn't know how it happens. A hunter who doesn't admit the defeat. Maybe a pair of lost arrows thrown to anyone, just the desire of having someone falling too. Venti doesn't know.
One second he was looking amazed at his recently acquired freedom, and the next his body was being pierced by the arrows.
His blue eyes looked at Venti in surprise, and while he was falling, he extended a hand, trying to reach Venti. Or trying to reach the life that is losing in his fall.
Venti is a wind spirit. A pair of arrows are so easy to redirect. To even return to the archer. Then, how? How were those arrows able to reach that young boy that has tasted his freedom for just a minute? Venti doesn't understand. But the bard falls, and the sky of his eyes starts to lose its brightness… Venti flies, the knight sees it and runs to them, holding the boy in his arms. But even a wind spirit and an unmatched knight are unable to keep death apart.
The last thing the leader of the revolution did was smile. He smiled until the end.
He never lost his smile.
Venti remembers that, after that day, Celestia came to him to tell him he's the new Anemo Archon. It was almost laughable. Where was Celestia when Mondstadtians needed her? Nowhere to be found. If Venti accepted the position, it was just for his friend. Thanks to that power, he was able to give him the tribute he deserves. No one would know his name, lost in the time, but everyone would see the face of who must have been the Anemo Archon. The one who really deserved it.
And even if it was worthless, the first Vision he gave was an not glowing one, useless but the most deserved. It was underground, with a tree over it and a lake around, inside the land now known as Stormterror's Lair, where few people would go.
And even if his name was not in historical books, he thinks as the storm slowly lose its force, he had made sure with his tunes that everyone knows the face of the one who fought for Mondstadt and for its freedom.
The bard whose name remains unknown nowadays
Was the one who made the revolution raise
And the fire of storms to never again ablaze.