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Okay, while I am plotting and prepping for the next chapter/s of "A Journey of a Thousand Miles Begins with a Single Step", let me just lay down all the main ideas I have so far for this fanfic:
OC—who is, as of the moment, unnamed—is not a god nor will she take over Lumine/Aether's body and role. Although I am considering naming her Osie that works as a wordplay for "OC" and is apparently a legitimate name.
I am torn between writing a slice of life + adventure fanfiction and writing a action + adventure fanfiction with a smidgen of mystery and secrets.
OC is a player who gets isekai'd into her Genshin Impact account's manekin. So technically, she is a manekin OC. So this is a SAGAU, literally.
The story takes place after the Natlan Archon Quest. Manekin OC, unfortunately, isn't well-versed in the lore or what happens as she is a newbie to mid-content level player and hates spoilers. I am also lowkey considering placing her mid-Fontaine Archon Quest for a lot of reasons.
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A Journey of a Thousand Miles Begins with a Single Step
Summary: Their arrival was not heralded by golden meteors or a memory inserted to the great people they knew. They appeared one day, and that was all there is to it.
Tags: SAGAU (literally), Female OC uses they/them pronouns, Female OC as the Manekin, not Creator/Impostor AU
Warning/s: I am a newbie player of Genshin. I have some idea on what happens from Mondstadt to Fontaine Archon Quest, but I don't know anything. I do not know the lore. Also, grammatical mistakes ahead. Also, it's been a while since I wrote anything that remotely resembles a prose. This is a VERY short prologue. I posted this after writing. MDNI.
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PROLOGUE I: Neither a descender nor a god.
As cliché as it sounds, they woke up to sun rays glaring at their face.
They expected to wake up in the dark, alarm clock blaring near their bed. Their curtains—a set of purple dark enough but not borderline black to cover their windows—should have prevented any light from gracing any parts of their window.
Grass tickled their face and there's a continuous hum in the air. With a groan, they slowly sat up, back creaking, and stared at the sight that greeted them.
They stared, and stared some more.
Just what was in their dinner last night?
It wasn't the large tree that caught their eye. Yes, it was bigger than most trees they'd seen, but it wasn't the largest piece of wood they saw in their lifetime.
No, the thing that caught their attention was the statue.
They stood up and looked around. To their dismay, they were at the center of a very familiar lake. A lake that they have seen at least a hundred times.
They turned their gaze back to the statue.
"What in the world..." they whispered, eyes wide in disbelief. The statue resembled that of a strange chess piece with a winged being at the top.
They looked at the fingers in each of their hand. Each had five.
They slapped themselves. Hard. The scenery did not change.
They closed their eyes. Shut them in a way that they started seeing blobs of red and green float in the darkness. They opened their eyes just to see the same place.
