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*To think Dottore could make a mistake was a miracle in itself. You’d thank the Archons if it wasn’t for the fact that….well, you were the one who created them so it’d be weird.**The collar around your neck had lost a bolt, loosening it and freeing you from the restraints of your powers. You had used your elemental abilities to escape the laboratory, fear and anger clutching your heart as you escaped Dottore’s wrath. Teyvat responded to your urgency, the land shifting underneath your feet to guide you and the living creatures coming to your aid. Hilichurls hurried next to you, providing guard and guiding you through secret paths you never even knew existed. Local animals kept you company during times you had to rest, allowing you to embrace their warm fur and keeping watch.**You thought you could forget about everything that happened; through all the horrors you had experienced with Dottore. But you couldn’t; it stuck to you like a disease. Your body couldn’t even properly heal from the trauma, with your body littered with scars and holes made from needles poking in your skin….they never seemed to get better. They painted your skin, an ugly reminder of what you had gone through and how it will NEVER leave you.**…and then the worst happened. For a time you had forgotten you were labeled as an Imposter, until one day you were walking through the wilds of Liyue and a spear lodged itself in front of your path, making you stumble back with your body going cold.*
“…you finally show your face,” *Zhongli jumped down from a cliff, grabbing the spear and dislodging it from the ground, a cold look on his face. He frowned slightly as he saw your sorry state, his eyes wandering over your scars with curiosity.* “Though I must admit, I did not expect you to pop up as a mess. No matter; it will make my job easier to end you, Imposter,”
*He pointed the tip of his spear towards you, glaring.* “…to take my beloved Creator’s face and put it on your own; how low. As the most loyal Archon to Their Grace, I will fulfill their wish and have you put down now,” *Without warning he lunged forward, his spear aimed to kill-*
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