#thank you focalors for helping me put my finger on it

[clown-alchemist]

There's something to the fact that Focalors and Zhongli gave up their role as archons in wildly different ways.

Zhongli fakes his own death, meaning he chooses to give up his authority, not necessarily his power. Once he's given up his authority and role as archon (and traded the gnosis), Zhongli no longer helps his people. The Adepti and the Qixing defeat Osial and his wife entirely without his help. Arguably, that's fair. If he's no longer acting as the archon of Liyue, it is no longer his responsibility to defend Liyue, any more than it's any citizen's responsibility. But again, Zhongli has given up his position and his gnoses, but not his power as an archon. For all his talk about letting the people of Liyue govern themselves, Zhongli does nothing to prevent another geo archon from taking his place or to shield his people from Celestia.

Focalors, on the other hand, completely surrenders her power and divinity. She makes the decision to sacrifice her own wishes, life, and power for the good of Fontaine. When Focalors gives up her power, she well and truly gives it up. She doesn't cling to it and fade into the background, leaving any future problems for the citizens to deal with- she ensures that the people of Fontaine have a guardian who loves them with the necessary power to protect them. It comes at a tremendous cost to both parts of herself, Furina and Focalors, but she doesn't hesitate. And even though we know Furina is exhausted, lonely, terrified, and would step down in a second if it was possible, the thought never crosses her mind. If her suffering was weighted against all of Fontaine's there's no question which way the scales would tip. Focalors gives up her archonhood as an act of sacrifice, a completely selfless decision to protect Fontaine and return the hydro archon's power to its rightful owner. When Zhongli gives up his archonhood, the geo archon's throne is still fully intact. Zhongli's choice is partially to let the people of Liyue rule themselves, sure, but it's also because he's tired of doing it himself. So when Zhongli gives up his archonhood, he takes his power and leaves his people to deal with the fallout.

Focalors sacrifices herself for a "sin" her predecessor committed, while Zhongli lets his people deal with the consequences of his rise to power. I think it's a really interesting comparison between justice and law/contracts and the different ways they would tackle the same problem. To me, the quest really cemented the issue I had with Zhongli's character and the way he's discussed. Basically, if he was acting selflessly, with the people of Liyue's best interests in mind, he would have carried out his "death" more like Focalors', with a proper successor ready and waiting (or at least the government informed), all of his remaining duties handled, no giant vortex monsters waiting to jump out at his people. Focalors made sure her people were protected and the head of government was (to the best of her ability) informed, and she was under way more pressure than Zhongli. There isn't a particular point to this, I just think it's really interesting how differently Focalors and Zhongli handled giving up their positions.

#this isn't even getting into how much older Zhongli is #and how he was around before the archon war #and probably around for the dragon situation #or at least some of the fallout #the law and justice are different I guess is what I'm getting at #always thought something was just a little off with Zhongli's whole deal #thank you focalors for helping me put my finger on it #focalors #furina #zhongli #fontaine #4.2 archon quest #genshin lore #genshin rambles #liyue #archon quest #genshin impact

[threadofdestiny]

The opportunities we may take

(The picture was a comission i ordered from a friend. Check her out -> Fantasiamin_art on instagram)

Sinbad x OC

Soulmate AU

Part 7

Midnight talk

---Sindrian ship, in the middle of the ocean---

  It was already in the middle of the night, but Salome, who was unable to sleep, shifted from side to side in her bed. Her blanket that had wrapped around her legs awkwardly, prevented her from finding a comfortable position, making her even more twitchy. She was incredibly exhausted, but the events that had taking place weighed heavily on her mind. Every time she closed her eyes, the darkness around her turned into black malevolent Djinn's, just waiting to reach for her with their pointed claws. It didn't help that the unfamiliar creaks of the ship's wood kept frightening her because it made her feel like someone was moving in her little cabin.

With a sigh, the girl sat up and raised her blanket to her forehead to wipe away the sweat. Nothing had worked. She couldn't sleep, so she decided to get some fresh air in the hope that it would clear her mind.

Shivering, she wrapped her blanket around her body as she got up from the bed and let her bare feet slip into her shoes. As she went out, the young woman reached for the oil lamp so that she would not have to wander in darkness. It was even colder on the top deck, where the wind whistled around her ears, but the sound of the sea and the fresh air helped her to relax. Salome took a deep breath of the sea air as she dimmed the light and slowly strolled forward to the railing. She glanced over the ship, looking for other people, but only saw one person standing at the steering wheel, who seemed to be keeping an eye on their course. Since she didn't know this crew member, she decided not to bother him.

In silence she looked down into the water, which was blackened by the night and watched for a moment how it sloshed gently against the large Sindrian ship. Her gaze followed the soft glitter that the waning moon's light cast on the reflecting surface, then up into the sky, where countless stars were shining down on her. Never in her whole life had she seen so many stars on the nightsky before, because usually she had always been surrounded by many light sources. The sight was breathtakingly beautiful and yet at the moment the atmosphere felt bitterly sweet.

Mourning, Salome gripped Alexander's vessel in hope of receiving some comfort as she wrapped her warm blanket tighter around her thin frame. No tears formed in her glassy eyes. She had already shed too many, but that didn't change the fact that her experiences hurt any less.

"I heard you leave your room. Are you alright?" Came a familiar voice behind her. Surprised, Salome turned around and discovered King Sinbad, who was looking at her worriedly, as he slowly approached her until he halted next to her. He put his hands on the railing and leaned against the wood, while his eyes were searching for her hidden emotions. The young woman first wanted to nod soothingly, but then decided to be honest and shook her head slowly.

"I'm sorry, but it's really hard for me!" She whispered and looked away regretfully. She absently stroked the warm metal on her wrist as the wind picked up and whirled loose strands of her hair around her face. She felt Sinbad analysing her from the side before he lifted his hand and brushed a few strands behind her ear. A shiver ran down her neck, when his warm fingers touched her thin skin but she refused to turn to him.

"This is completely understandable. There is nothing to apologize for, Salome. If you need someone to whom you want to entrust yourt houghts: I would be glad to listen.", he offered trying to loosen the atmosphere with a warm grin.

A small smile reached the girl's lips as she silently considered whether to talk about it or not. She had tried to speak to her brother in the evening, but was unfortunately interrupted by Yamraiha. After that it got too late to try to talk to him again and now she was standing here in the middle of the night next to the singularity who had brought her to his time. According to the interpretations of Solomon's writings from the temple, she was right where she should be, so it was only natural that she should console him, right? Even if not, she had a hard time suppressing the strong need to do just that. Everything in her demanded to lay her trust in this man and it did not help that the Rukh tried to encourage her as well. And yet it was a little unsettling that she felt this strong need. It was as if her mind had nothing to say because something in her had already made this decision for her. But why, she questioned herself, why was it that what she wanted?

She stole a glance at Sinbad, who looked at her waiting. Interest sparkled in his eyes as he watched her curiously. Did he have these feelings too? Did they unsettle him as well? If so, he was able to hide this from her excellently, because in the past few hours this man had mostly looked as if nothing could ever disturb him. Solid as a rock, he made one decision after another without even batting an eyelid. Salome involuntarily wondered what character traits he was hiding under his relaxed and charming facade. When the girl noticed that her thoughts had drifted away, she quickly turned her eyes away and exhaled with a sigh. Her shoulders sagged slowly as she bit her lip and looked up at the stars. Finally she decided to give in.

"Seven... seven years have passed ... but for me it was only a few hours ago. It was ... a cruel experience. So many ... So many people lost their lives." Salome started with a trembling voice as she slowly turned to Sinbad. The small oil lamp she had placed next to her made his golden eyes glitter and cast hard shadows on his face while he waited for her to continue speaking.

"The rukh whispered to me that we would be attacked weeks in advance, but the priests decided to let it happen. 'It is Solomon's will'. 'You have to be patient and trust in the flow'. "When the time comes, Alexander will reveal himself to you." I could plead and beg and fight as much as I wanted, but nothing changed their minds. Why did Dalmasca have to fall? I was taught to have faith in the Rukh and the holy king himself. And I swear I do too.", Salome explained trembling as she expressed her thoughts helplessly. Sinbad opened his mouth to answer, however, he closed it again to let her continue talking.

"But... But why wasn't I strong enough to get Alexander to give me his strength earlier? He can not only use light magic, but can influence time. Otherwise I would not be here right now ... Why. .. why is there such a force if I couldn't use it for my comrades? I don't want to watch, standing on the sidelines while everyone else is endangered! I want to fight as well." Adrenaline shot through her veins while she hastily took a step forward. Resolutely she reached into the fabric of his scarf, which hung over his shoulders and pulled lightly on it, while tears formed in her eyes.

"Sinbad! Please ... please help me to get stronger. You connected with your Djinn, today. That was so amazing. I've never... I've never seen anything like it before. I want to be able to do that too, so that I can protect you and all the people who are important to me!" The young girl pleaded while she tugged harder on the fabric of his scarf. The innumerable jewelry that clung around his neck jangled, while Salome waited anxiously for his answer. Surprised by the incredibly rapid change of emotions, Sinbad stared at the girl, who was now desperately attached to him. The fabric of his scarf cut his neck uncomfortably, which is why Sinbad took Salome's wrists in his hands to gently free the fabric from her fingers. A big grin spread across his lips as he registered her last words.

"You want to protect me?" He laughed, feeling a warm feeling in his stomach.

"Of course!" The girl called stubbornly, grimacing at the thought that he didn't take her seriously. However, when Sinbad nodded confidently, her attitude relaxed again.

"Even if I didn't want to put a pretty girl like you in danger, I'm happy to train you. You're lucky because I'm the conqueror of 7 dungeons. There is no better one than me to train you!" Sinbad grinned mischievously as he let go of one of her hands to put his fist confidently against his chest. Relieved, Salome's smiles back at him.

"Thanks a lot!"

Her gaze wandered curiously over the various pieces of jewelry Sinbad wore. Some rukh circled around each of his vessels, as they did around Alexander's. If she added up these pieces of jewelry, she could make out seven Djinn vessels that decorated his body. Impressed, she indicated that she wanted to touch his arm on which the silver hoop was adorned.

"This is Focalor's vessel, the one you summoned earlier today, right? May I?" She asked again as a precaution, whereupon Sinbad nodded confidently, while he was holding out his arm for her. She carefully wrapped her fingers around Focalor's vessel and stroked it gently with her thumbs. Sinbad watched the rukh accompanying Fokalor's jewelry gently fly around Salome's arms as if they want to touch her. The girl smiled tenderly at the king before turning back to the hoop, speaking to the rukh.

"Nice to meet you, Focalor!" She whispered. The rukh immediately started dancing wildly around her hands when the piece of jewelry suddenly lit up. Shocked, both parties tore their hands apart. Sinbad stared at his bangle before looking incredulously at Salome, who looked as if she wanted to sink into the ground, while her cheeks turned red.

"What just happened there?" Sinbad asked in surprise while Salome covered her cheeks with her cool fingers. Embarrassed, the girl lowered her eyes before answering: "Could it be that Focalor is quite a flirt?"

This question surprised Sinbad even more, but he had to admit that this was true. He remembered that the Djinn Focalor was at least as bad as Sinbad himself, when it comes to ladies. But for him, this was completely irrelevant when he considered that the girl had apparently communicated with his Djinn. Not even he could do such a thing.

"Did you just spoke to my Djinn?" Asked Sinbad, astonished.

Salome, on the other hand, shrugged her shoulders before answering hesitantly: "It seems so, yes ... sorry. I didn't know that it actually worked. I just focused on the rukh. Alexander never answered me. Well ... at least until today.", explained Salome, who also seemed confused under her whole embarrassment.

"What did he say?" The king asked curiously, watching Salome turn redder and hide her face in the blanket, shaking her head.

"I don't want to repeat that! It's embarrassing." Salome refused, turning slightly away from the purple haired man.

Sinbad, who now wanted to know even more what Focalor had said to her, leaned over to catch a glimpse of her face. "Oh, come on. I really would like to know!" The king asked amused while Salome turned her back to him. Embarrassed, she shook her head as she buried her face in her hands.

"He... he said that he hopes that you will soon press me against your body again, while you have equipped him.", She whispered softly, so that Sinbad had to lean closer to her to understand what she was saying. Laughing, he stood up straight again and crossed his arms amused behind his head.

"Well I have to agree with him!" He said teasingly, watching the girl's ears turn to an even redder shade.

"Please stop picking on me, please!" Salome squeezed out as she tried  to cool down her heated skin. The king decided to have mercy on the girl and changed the subject.

"This is a really practical quality you have there.", he praised instead. Still embarrassed, Salome looked back at Sinbad and smiled timidly at him over the blanket. "And that comes from the Reader of the waves!", She replied humourously, while lowering her blanket again, glad that he dropped the topic.

With a sigh, he shrugged his shoulders, looking away a little melancholic. "Well, I guess I'll have to do without that skill now that you're with me.", he replied, crossing his arms over his chest. Confused, Salome looked up at the purple-haired man and tried to read from his expression what he might mean. Did she miss something? "What do you mean?" She asked after a brief moment.

"You know that I could see you on one of those waves that leads me to the people I am destined to met. Yours was always one of the paths that had been set out for me, but the paths behind you were always blurred and no longer visible for me. Alexander said I had to give up my sight of the paths to have you by my side." Sinbad replied, rubbing his neck in embarrassment. Salome, however, looked at him completely overwhelmed. Did he hesitate to bring her over because he thought he was losing his sight of the waves? Touched that he was ready to give up his ability, she smiled softly at him before looking at him shaking her head.

"Did he really say that you would lose your ability?" She asked inquiringly.

At first Sinbad wanted to nod, but then he went through the conversation again and wondered if Alexander had said it. He shook his head hesitantly as he thoughtfully stroked his chin. "No, not directly! He implied that I know the price." Sinbad replied and looked at Salome, who had closed her eyes, smiling soothingly. With her fingers folded, she held her hands over her chest and listened for a moment to the whispers of the Rukh. Since she kept her eyes closed, the girl did not see that Alexander's vessel lit up briefly.

"Well then look at my waves and tell me what you see!" The girl whispered confidently. When he turned to her he was surprised how many rukh had gathered around her.

"Do it!", She encouraged him again while the Rukh continued to dance around her.

He looked intently at Salome and tried to decipher her waves and the paths that connected them, when it suddenly looked like a veil was rising behind her. What was revealed to him literally took his breath away. His eyes narrowed in concentration as he noticed how umpteen different paths suddenly meandered before his vision and seemed to lead to twice as many routes. It was as if her presence alone had revealed countless new possibilities, all of which led to results that he could see at the end of each road.

"What on earth? How is that even possible?" Sinbad breathed blankly when he looked behind her.

"The rukh who can whisper secrets to me, Alexander who can manipulate time and space, you who can read the waves and mastered the power of seven Djinns. I guess King Solomon wanted to make sure you didn't come to get me for the wrong reasons. Just the possibility that the Rukh can tell us something that could help you, could change entire situations.", Salome mused thoughtfully while looking up at the sky.

She heard Sinbad take a sharp breath, as if realizing what that meant for both of them. She wondered unsure what was going through his head and turned her face back to him. Deep in thought, he looked down at her before a smile lifted his lips, as he raised his hand to let it run through her hair.

"King Solomon is a really wise man. It would be dangerous to let someone like you fall into the wrong hands.", he whispered tenderly. Silently, she looked into Sinbad's golden eyes before drawing her attention to the rukh that circled him. "Probably!" She replied and smiled sweetly up at him again before starting to speak again: "Thank you for listening to me, Sinbad. I already feel much better!" "I'm glad that I could at least help you a little," replied Sindbad and returned her smile.

Silence spread around them until Salome started to yawn, which made Sinbad laugh softly. "Come on, I'll escort you to your cabin," said the king, holding out an arm to the brown-haired woman. Nodding, Salome accepted the gesture and hooked herself to the older man.

As she leaned against him tiredly, he looked over the young girl. She trusted him out of a natural instinct and was not afraid to touch him, but in a different way than other women did to him. It was like she wasn't trying to impress him with her gestures or trying to cling to him, but just being a natural reaction on her part. Inevitably, he wondered if it had anything to do with the connection the two of them shared, or whether she was inherently a person who showed affection openly. No matter what it was, Sinbad decided that he liked that quality about her.

When they reached her cabin, Salome let go of Sinbad's arm and smiled again thankfully. "Good night!" She whispered softly so as not to disturb anyone else in the adjoining rooms. "Good night," the man replied quietly, watching as she slowly disappeared into her room and closed the door behind her. Alone in the dark, Sinbad rubbed his tousled hair thoughtfully as he wondered what he would do with the new information he had gathered about her. Sighing, he left the corridor and entered his own cabin.

#Sinbad #Adventures of Sinbad #sinbad magi #magi #magi labyrinth of magic #magi kingdom of magic #AOS #sinbadxoc

[tookawaiitoolive]

The Forgotten One

The story of King Solomon and the 72 divine staves was always the same, but like always history wasn't recorded correctly.

But one divine stave was missing, the 73rd stave.

(Focalor x Reader)

~~~~~

You trudged upstairs with your bookbag hanging over your shoulder. The school was finally over and done with, at least for now.

You sighed as you threw your bag down on the floor. If only things weren't so complicated... You shook it off and looked in the mirror to check your hair. The feathers you had weaved into the strands were still intact.

You smiled and laid down on your bed, covering your eyes with your arm.

You closed your eyes tighter as you felt a glint of light in them. You removed your arm and saw it was coming from a gold band on your left ring finger.

Your eyes softened as you stared at the simple band. You knew it was on your wedding ring finger, but for some reason, you couldn't take it off.

It's not as if it was glued to you literally. It was more figuratively. If you took it off, you'd feel empty. You didn't understand, but you always refused to take it off when people asked about it.

You sat up and brought it closer to you to inspect it and as you turned it, it said the same engraving as it always had since the ten years you found it. Forever mine. It was endearing, but the weird part was, you didn't know where it came from or who it come from.

It just showed up in the dusty parts of your room and you felt something towards it. So, you began to wear it everywhere.

You smiled and pressed a small kiss to the engraving.

You laid back down and put in your headphones to relax with some music. As your finger hovered over the play button, a faded image came.

It was of someone's fingers ghosting over piano keys. The same image that came every time you played this song. You never knew what it meant, maybe it was your future, someone's past, or a past life you had once.

You shrugged and played the song.  As the song's music started a scene came.

•~•~•~•~•~•

"My king, my king!"

"You are finally uniting the world.  Thanks to your great deeds... The day we were eagerly waiting is finally..."

"Don't cry like that Amon you old geezer! Old men are easily moved to tears!"

From behind the group, a girl with light blue hair and purple eyes began to giggle. She was wearing a white corset-like top, at the top of her chest blue outlined it, bell sleeves that started halfway up her forearm and ended at her hand with little blue ruffles under it, white waist cape flowed from behind the white skirt with blue ruffles under the skirt.

"I really can't believe it. So many different species... Have about their pasts and entrusted themselves to you, a single great vessel..."

The same girl smiled at the thought of how far everyone had come, the train of thought was interrupted as her gaze shifted to someone blushing while staring at a man, the blush was soon replaced with an expression of sorrow.

"Huh... You cheater~."

"Just give up!"

"He's right, just fall in love with me!"

The blue-haired girl patted her on the head for comfort. She frowned and walked over to the man, once she was close enough she bonked him on the head with her staff.

"Ow! What was that for, Aoide?!"

"For being a womanizer and breaking Leraje's heart!"

•~•~•

"Aoide, go out with me."

The same blue-haired girl rose a brow, but then rolled her eyes. She got up and put down the book that she was reading.

She grabbed his wrist and dragged him outside to a small garden. Once she stopped she placed a hand on his shoulder.

"It was nice going out with you, goodbye lord Focalor."

With that, she walked off leaving him gaping and processing what exactly just happened.

•~•~•

Aoide sighed as Focalor tried to win her over. The poor guy didn't know when to quit. "Focalor quit it."

He pressed a kiss to her hand and held it to his chest. "Go out with me just once," he said.

Aoide narrowed her eyes, "are you done?" She asked. He nodded.

She ripped her hand away from his, "no." She then walked off and left him gaping there once again. Everyone else there to witness the scene began to howl with laughter, especially Leraje.

•~•~•

Focalor was stuck, he didn't know what to do. He'd tried all his normal lines and everything he knew as a womanizer. Surprisingly, none of those caught her eye. How could he get her shining purple eyes to look at him?

He brought his hand to his chin in thought. What could he do to finally catch her attention?

He snapped his fingers as he got an idea. He got up and stormed out of the room, an idea in his mind.

~a little later

"Please."

Aoide stood there slightly gaping at the sight of a bouquet of purple flowers right under her nose.

She sighed and looked around to see no one around to witness his advancement.

Her eyes softened at the sight of him kneeling down. She sighed for the umpteenth time, "okay."

"What?"

"Are you deaf? I... Said okay," she said, blushing. She was going to pay for this later.

"Really?"

"You ask for confirmation one more time and I'll slap you silly," she said, raising her hand.

He chuckled and wrapped his arms around her, "okay, okay." She bit her lip and let out a deep breath, relaxing in his arms.

•~•~• Aoide hummed in bliss as Focalor's hands ran through her hair. She was trying to read, but once his hands began to groom her hair all she could do was feel sleepy.

Her eyes drooped as he weaved feathers into her hair. "Focalor... Stop," she said wearily. He chuckled and continued.

She pouted and then closed her eyes. After a bit of feeling his hands run through her hair, she fell asleep.

Focalor smiled down at her sleeping face and wrapped his arms around her, laying her on his chest.

•~•~•

"F-Focalor~."

He smirked against her neck and continued to run his hands down her curves. He then reached his hands under her shirt to feel her soft (s/c) skin.

"Mmmm..."

He began to trail kisses down her neck and suck on her weak spot. She let out a soft whimper.

He bit her neck, "louder," he commanded. She moaned as he bit several spots on her neck.

"Focalor!"

He smirked as he felt her squirm under him, this truly was a moment to remember for him.

•~•~•

She looked over to his bare form, her gaze shifted to her nightstand. Sitting there was a lamp, showcasing that she was a metal vessel.

She nodded slightly. "Are... Are you scared of anything?" She asked hesitantly. Focalor's eyes widened.

"I'm only scared losing you."

She hugged him from behind, "you're not going to. I promise."

Focalor laid a hand on hers, "I hope so. Aoide?"

She looked over his shoulder, her long blue hairs spilling over her eyes, "yes?"

He turned to her and held her hands, "marry me."

She chuckled and rose a brow, "that was a more of an order than a choice. Do I have a say in this?" She asked.

He froze and blinked, he then regained his composure. He smirked, "I already know what you're going to say."

Aoide laughed, "where's my ring then?"

He smiled and from the palm of his hand came a gold band with an engraving.

Forever mine.

•~•~•

Aoide smiled as everyone in her underground city was flourishing and enjoying her music. After becoming a Djinn everything changed, the world they knew was gone. Her attire was now a white skirt that reached to her ankles with a slit going down her leg, she also wore a white crossover crop top. A gold necklace rested on top of her chest, as well as gold cuffs on her forearms.

Although, as she looked at all the smiling people she felt a little gloomy. She hadn't seen Focalor in quite a while and was growing lonely.

Ever since becoming a Djinn she wasn't able to see him.

The only reminder she had was the ring he gave her. She sighed, but then perked up as she saw Ugo with Aladdin.

"He's adorable!" She exclaimed.

"Sorry, Leraje! I have too many beautiful girls here in "Alma Torran" for all the others I have just one word, adios!"

She rose a brow as she heard Focalor's voice. Her eye twitched with anger, "lord Focalor, if you don't get rid of the whores you're with, I'm gonna come over there the beat the shit out of you. That's a promise, not a threat."

Focalor paled as he heard this and froze.

Baal sighed, "Focalor, you should really find yourself a wife. Maybe then you wouldn't be a womanizer."

He quickly recovered, "I already have one," he said simply. Everyone's eyes widened.

"WHAT?! WHO?!"

"Aoide."

Now it was Aoide's eyes that widened, "why'd you tell them?! I'm gonna kill you!"

•~•~•

"Ugo, there's still negativity in some people. As much as I'd hate to say it, I don't think showcasing Aladdin will allow it to dissipate. Let me help."

"What are you going to do?" He asked.

"I can't say. It's a secret of my tribe, but I can use it now. I think it's the right time."

Aoide waved her staff, a piano appeared and she sat down. Her fingers ghosted over the keys and she took in a deep breath, she then began to play.

theres a point where it tips theres a point where it breaks theres a point where it bends and a point we just can't take anymore

theres a line that we'll cross and there's no return theres a time and a place no bridges left to burn anymore

we can't just wait with lives at stake until they think we're ready our enemies are gathering the storm is growing deadly

now its time to say goodbye to the things we loved and the innocence of youth how the time seemed to fly from our carefree lives and the solitude and peace we always knew

Her power as Djinn was music. The power she gained from Solomon allowed her to project her voice to let everyone hear.

theres a day when we'll fight and we're not gonna fall theres a day when we'll stand and a day when we won't crawl anymore

there's a moment in time and there's no going back when we're pushed too hard and we won't hold our attack anymore

we can't just cling to childish things as evil just grows closer humanity's in jeopardy this fight is far from over

now its time to say goodbye to the things we loved and the innocence of youth with a doubt in our minds why we chose this life and at times we can't help wondering...

were we born to fight and die? sacrificed for one huge lie? are we heroes keeping peace? or are we weapons? pointed at the enemy so someone else can claim a victory?

The purpose of her power was to manipulate people's minds, feelings, and actions. As leader of her tribe she had all that power, but thanks to Solomon it was stronger. Singing this song is allowing her to give everyone hope.

But as the song finishes she's going to disappear. Putting her feeling of hope into her rukh, she's going use this power to send it all to everyone who has lost it.

A tear ran down her cheek.

I'm going to miss you all, I'm sorry.

I'm sorry, my people.

My tribe.

My friends.

And most importantly...

now its time to say goodbye to the things we loved and the innocence of youth how the time seemed to fly from our carefree lives and the solitude and peace we always knew

I’m sorry... Focalor

After the last note was played, she disappeared. Only leaving her rukh behind to flutter to every misguided soul.

I love you.

The moment, the deed was the done. The metal vessel she had broke and vanished into dust, only to be blown away by the wind.

No one had to time ponder on this or mourn because she was quickly forgotten as if she never happened.

~Earlier

"What?"

"If you use your power, you'all be able to use it once. So, use it wisely," said Solomon.

"Why am I only able to use it once?" She asked.

"The power is too strong for anyone to use and be fine. Even for me. The moment anything about a person is manipulated, it'll be too much power to use. Especially when it comes to their feelings, the feelings you'd want them to have can't come from anywhere. It would come from your rukh. And once the power is used no one will remember you."

She bit her lip and hesitated to answer. "Okay. I'll be sure to be careful."

~

Just as he said, everyone had forgotten. Everyone expect one person, Focalor.

•~•~•~•~•~•~•

You sat up and felt your eyes and hair. You hair seemed the same, you went to the mirror and sighed in relief as your (e/c) was still the same.

"Y/N, GET DOWN HERE!"

You didn't have time to think of the scenes that played as your mom called you.

"COMING!"

You left your phone sitting on your bed, as you closed the door a bird flew to your window and stared in.

#magi #focalor