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You can't live here.
Mondstadt, built by Decembrian, was... Not to say that it was the most terrible in terms of physical needs. It was warm here and food could grow.
And after the uprising, there were still undestroyed houses where you could live.
But this Mondstadt... didn't feel like home. With all the terrible memories and the blood of friends and family, which has not yet been completely removed.
The cemetery of hundreds of tombstones of people who fought for Freedom was an eyesore.
You can’t live here, thought Barbatos, or Venti, as Carmen liked to call him.
There was a pain in my chest. He blinked back tears.
It's not time.
The newly proclaimed God took a deep breath and walked out of the walls of Mondstadt.
Fierce cold surrounded him. Andrius, with whom they were able to come to an agreement, promised to remove the snow and blizzard, but this takes time.
But even without snow, huge mountains remained. It would be impossible for people to live peacefully among them.
Venti bit his lip. What could he do?
The people of Mondstadt need a new quiet place to live, and the wind - where they can fly freely.
God narrowed his eyes as he considered the idea. Because of people's prayers, his strength grew inexorably, but will it be enough?
“Come on,” Venti flew up to the top of one of the rocks. A sharp movement of his hands - and he evenly cut off 20 meters of the mountain.
Venti looked in surprise at the huge stone he was holding with pure anemo. So he can do it.
God raised part of the rock higher and looked around. The ocean was visible ahead.
20 meters of the mountain flew exactly there, immediately after Venti was convinced that there were no people on the water.
“Huh,” Venti muttered in shock. His crazy idea turned out to work.
(He would later use this idea as an example to justify other crazy ideas in the future).
WHACK!
A high mountain, 100 times higher in height than the previous one, separated from the earth and flew into the ocean. And then another one. And another one.
Venti looked around. The area began to take on a more... friendly appearance. But there were still mountains to cut.
After a while, the fields, still half covered with snow, stretched out under the flying Venti. It was good. It was... a good idea.
But there are still some rocks left, a little smaller.
Venti bit his lip. Throwing them into the ocean was no longer such a good idea - the bottom was already overcrowded with a bunch of stones. Of course, after thousands of years, water wears away the rocks, but now this is not an option.
God cut off a small piece of the mountain as a test and raised it to a decent distance. A little Anemo power and...
The stone flies on its own, without its support.
- Great!
Venti flew down and began to cut off the mountains one by one, pouring Anemo's power into them and hanging them over his territory. They wouldn't do any good, but... Venti thought it was fun. And quite beautiful.
Throwing huge mountains into the ocean was also fun.
Venti brushed the dust off his hands, proud of his work.
Now we need to somehow tell this to Gunnhldra and Imunlaukr.
***
- Venti, why, in the name of Imunlaukr's red hair, do mountains hang in the air?
- What did my hair do to you?!
- I, uh, didn’t know where to put them? - The little terraformer pulled his head into his neck, very much wanting to turn into an elemental and fly away. But now he is God and he needs to be held accountable for his actions. Even if Gunnhldra is a very scary woman.
Meanwhile, this same warrior tiredly rubbed her temples:
“Didn’t you think that... these mountains would ever fall?” Directly at people?
- Gunnhildra! What are you doing? I have provided for everything - these mountains will not fall! I'm sure of it.
Imunlaukr shook his head:
- And yet... why couldn’t you put them in the same place where you... placed the other mountains? By the way, where are they?
- I threw them into the ocean! - Two pairs of incredulous eyes stared at him, - Don't look at me like that! People need a new place to live - by the way, there is now an island there that used to be a mountain, and this mountain was very difficult to cut down. I think this would be perfect for New Mondstadt! And the snow will soon melt, I’ll adjust the climate and everything will be just fine!
A faint smile appeared on Imunlaukr's face. Gunnhlildra's eyes softened. She ruffled Venti's hair, receiving a "Hey!" in response.
- Fine. I'm sorry I didn't trust you at first. I think this is a good idea.
- All that remains is to explain this to the others. And tell me about the flying rocks,” Imunlaukr raised his eyebrow cheerfully. Venti smiled broadly.
- Ehe. I think people will get used to it over time.
***
After less than half a century, the people of Mondstadt got used to it. It was no surprise to look up at the clear blue sky and see chunks of rock floating.
God, in the guise of a bard, flew up to the rocks from time to time, but his intervention was not required: the mountains were supported by the winds and the power of Anemo, they would never fall.
The new Mondstadt was built on the island that Venti proposed. It was a city full of joy, smiles and fun. And after the holidays are approved...
Centuries later, none of the Mondstadt residents paid attention to the flying stones. It was as much a part of the area as the green fields and the Stormcloak Mountains that Venti decided to leave behind.
But the inhabitants of the Winds region found it funny to make fun of visiting foreigners. This... tradition traces its roots back to Venti himself. When the children of the first generation of Old Monde's inhabitants asked him why rocks flew in the sky, the bard gave his face the most serious expression possible and each time he came up with one story more ridiculous than the other.
(Of course, their parents later explained to the children that no, it was not the dandelion seeds that carried the mountain away for disobedience. The dandelions will not carry you away, Emily.)
(But this is not to say that inventing ridiculous and funny stories about flying rocks has not become a habit among the people of Mondstadt).
And every time some merchant or tourist from another region came to Monde and asked about the floating stones, the residents of the city had a blast.