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Kaeya was kind.
He considered himself to be kind anyway. As an Alberich, they had a sworn duty to life and breathe for the protection and livelihood of Khaen’riah.
Until it wasn’t.
Blood was mixed with ash, screams of the dead and pleas of the living filled and resonated in the air like a melody of despair.
Kaeya could only watch, not able to do anything, as if he wasn't in his own body, as only a spectator. Your fault, your fault. Those words, cursed words, repeated in his head like a mantra blaming him for something, looking back, he couldn't control.
The Alberich Clan truly did give their all to bring Khaen’riah to their former glory, but with the king gone, and hope lost, what much could they do?
The skies were a constant midnight hue, the stars refusing to shine their light into this pitiful forsaken land. Sickness spread like wildfire, the plants wilted, crippling and falling like the grace of the once mighty Khaen’riah kingdom. In all the misery and despair, out came a name to blame.
Archons.
The rulers that look down from Celestia saw of such a disobedient, unfaithful, yet technological advanced kingdom, and wished to destroy it and everything in it, hoping to crush and destroy any plans before it started. Barely able to fight back, and even more so to rebuild it, when all is said and done, Kaeya and his father ran. Like cowards.
A fleeting and hopeless dream, to restore their glory, yet his father chased it vehemently, and to chase this dream, he left Kaeya behind. In the middle of a foreign nation.
'Abandoned' his mind whispered, betraying him.
"This is your chance. You are our last hope."
As the storm around them raged, crying tears, for who, Kaeya did not know. He squeezed his eyes shut, hoping that when he opened them, all would be normal again, restored would be his land, the people, his family.
"Please forgive me, Kaeya". He opened his eyes.
Kaeya was kind. Kind enough to serve to a dying nation, a dead nation. Kind enough to mindlessly follow his father, abandoning his smoke filled kingdom. Kind enough to let himself be strayed for the sake of said kingdom. Kind enough to stay.
Kaeya didn't like being kind. The storm raged harder, the skies cried out.
The 'Ragnvindrs', what Kaeya soon to be found their names were, were also kind. But not the kindness that suffocated oneself, pushing them over the edge with no harness and nothing to hold unto, ultimately falling into a pit of certain depression, but one full of warmth and kindness, everlasting, everloving.
It was that kindness that slowly eased Kaeya into their home.
The maids who’s patience knew no bounds, the chefs who filled every meal with love, the Ragnvindr household was so full of happiness, so unlike Kaeya’s..previous household it made him want to shed tears, but not of despair or of gloom, but of joy.
Kaeya wishes this moment could last forever. If only.
If only.