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One of the many worlds in the place we all exist in- Teyvat. Ever since the times of the seven archons- the lands was still flourishing to this day. Or at least, in the outside view. Sumeru's akademiya was gaining new knowledge by day...
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By the time the doctor had finished treating the last of the infected villagers, the sun was up. The Murasaki cough, quite literally translating to purple cough- it was hard to believe that it had been going around for more than a year now.
The name originated from how the infected patients' lips and thinner skin areas began turning purple as they worsened. Even she had failed to find out the true purpose behind the change in the skin's pigmentation. At first, it had been assumed the blood vessels burst and caused bruises underneath the skin. But that didn't seem to be quite the case.
Y/n was slowly beginning to realize the original remedy wasn't working as fast anymore. But it was a miracle no one had serious symptoms. Although stars appeared in her vision from the fatigue of days without proper sleep, she huffed it off and internally scolded her poor body for being so fragile. There wasn't exactly a moment to rest when one was being hunted down by the ruler of a nation.
Taking off the stained gloves, she gazed absentmindedly at the birds chirping on a lavender melon tree nearby. Lucky are they, able to go wherever they wish and whenever they want. It was a peaceful morning. Children came out to play, villagers chatted amongst eachother. The only thing that wasn't at ease was her mind. Constantly calculating the distance between the villages, and about when the soldiers will find out her location.
"Um.. Excuse me?"
The doctor nearly jumped off the pile of boxes she was sitting on. Being this tense all the time was probably taking a toll on her mental health.. Not to mention how tired her body was. What an irony.
"Sorry big sis! We didn't mean to scare you." A more squeaky and feminine voice chirped in. There were 3 village children gathered around, shying away yet not moving from their spots. "T-the adults said bring these to you. As in.. Thank you." A boy who spoke up for the first time offered her a small basket of roasted lavender melons, sprinkled in sugar. It was a cute sight to see, the boy's big eyes looking away in embarrassment and the other two watching for her reaction.
"Thank you guys. Why don't we eat together?" Y/n chirped with a closed eye smile. As if on command, their eyes sparkled and nodded happily as they joined her on the temporary chairs. "My name is Futaba! This is Takeru, and that's Kyoto. What's your name, strange big sis?" Futaba took a big bite out of the soft fruit after finishing her introduction.
"My name is..."
She had been purposely avoided telling people her name in fear of getting caught. Most villages she left soon got invaded and interrogated shortly after. There had been rumors about how far the interrogations went.. It was terrifying to see people getting pushed far enough to the point they spit whatever they know. Surely, even the Raiden shogun, wouldn't allow that to mere children.
