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Time to sing again... hehe~
"Once there was a girl surrounded by fields of dandelions, she befriended a god named Barbatos.
The girl's name was Wendy, her white hair falls freely, those sky blue eyes..." I decided to go pick some apples at my favorite tree.
I continued down the path and found an unfamiliar person laying down in a field of dandelions.
She was gazing up at the sky with her white hair sprawled in the field.
I walked towards her and noticed the anemo vision at her hip,
"Oh hello!" she greeted me with a smile. "
Hello! I never saw you before...may I know your name?" I returned the smile. "Wendy- Wendy Gunnhildr."
"Nice meeting you! I'm Venti!" Since that day we would meet each other at the same time and place.
I would share my songs to her and she would share her stories.
Days to weeks to months to years, she was about twenty when she asked, "Are you Barbatos, Venti?"
My eyes had widened and I asked, "Why do you ask?" She stared at the dandelions and faced me,
"You haven't aged one bit... you also seem as free as the wind." she smiled. "Ahaha, well to answer your question, yes I am." She hummed in response and took a sip of dandelion wine. "I have a gift for you!" she gave me a puzzled look as I handed her a cross earring.
"Thanks, I'm sorry I didn't prepare you a gift..." her smile fell a slight bit.
"No worries! All I need is a good old bottle of dandelion wine!" I grinned. "Of course." we laughed.
After that day, three more years passed. That was our final meeting. She had collapsed with only her sword holding her up.
"I'm so sorry, Venti- I don't think I can make it-"
"No! Don't- I- I swear we'll see each other again even if it means in a different lifetime-" the wind that day changed.
A storm brewed overhead and the winds were harsh. Almost a thousand years passed and I still haven't seen Wendy.
Maybe... I'll never see her again, not until I die. I walked towards our field an spotted a blond girl.
She had an anemo vision at her hip, and- that earring! "Wendy!" I smiled and hugged her.
"Umm... do I know you?" she turned over and looked at me. The same eyes as well!
"Did you forget?" my smile wavered. "I'm sorry? I've never seen you before." she rubbed the back of her neck.
"It's alright... you'll remember soon." Over the days I've learned more about Wendy, her name was now "Jean" but with the same last name.
We enjoyed our moments together like a thousand years ago. But all good things come to an end. She died, but this time of old age.
Oh the tears I shed that day was enough to fill a river bank...
"Remember Barbatos, being an archon has its price."