Who Am I?
SPOILERS FOR END OF NATLAN!
Creator's POV
As people celebrate the victory, the freedom the defeat of the Abyss has brought I can't stop thinking about the battle. I can't stop thinking about all that I saw.
***FLASHBACK***
"Ometecuhtli? Who's that?" Lumine asks.
"That is what ancient Natlan called the Creator," Ororon says.
We keep moving through the Night Kingdom I feel something stirring inside me, something trying to crawl out of my chest. I have to lean on Chasca as we move through what seems like an endless hallway of art showing a giant figure in the sky with others. I stop in front of one piece. It shows figure with hair like fire, golden skin decorated with versions of the elemental symbols, and seven eyes, one colored for each element. I can't help but stare at it and feel the urge to touch it.
If this is what you looked like, why look like me?
Chasca calls my name and I regroup with the others. As we walk I start to feel like something is off, more so then things already are. I felt something running through my veins and through my blood which has been gold since I got here. My head starts to ache as images flash through my mind of people I've never met and things I've never seen. I almost trip but the others help keep me upright. I take a breath, focusing on the goal at hand, but I can't stop wondering... why me? Why am I a god?
***FLASHBACK JUMP***
The screams of the people echo in the air as the Abyss invades through portal after portal and no matter what we do they just won't stop! Tears burn my eyes to the point I can't see.
Why is this happening?! I want to go home!
The monsters growls and roars mix in with the screams of the dying and roars of the fighters and I just want to go home! I don't want to be here! A monster charges me and I run away before someone steps in and holds it off so I can keep running like a coward. I duck behind a rock, trying to focus but I can't!
"I don't understand! You were made by the Shane's but you Made Teyvat! I don't understand!" I yell into empty air as tears roll down my cheeks.
At that moment everything stops, everything and everyone freezes in place, all except me. I look around at the frozen war but I don't want to but something compels me to look. Then, I see a light of blue, of almost white, green, teal, yellow, purple, and every color of the elements along with a silver, sparkling light that leads them all. I follow the lights across the battlefield, touching them when I can. They run through the land and all the way to the Collective of Plenty and then further, beyond Fallingstar Fields, and into the volcano. I yell for the light to slow down but it doesn't, instead it keeps going until it reaches a figure with hair like fire and skin of gold.
"Ahh... there you are," a voice says.
It sounds both young and old, but also male and female all at once. I freeze, scared that whoever this is is gonna hurt me. The figure laughs as it plays with the lights before turning towards me, and I see seven eyes, six of which are glowing. The figure moves closer staring at me and smiling.
"This form is so cute! It's so wonderful to finally meet you," they say.
"W-who are you?" I ask, scared.
The figure sighs before asking if I know anything. For whatever reason I tell this giant person everything about me getting itno the game, my blood being gold, and everyone here thinking I'm a god. When I'm finished they just stare at me, then hum in thought before mumbling something in a language I don't understand. I aks what's happening and they, with what looks like pity, lowers their hands for me to sit on before holding me close to their face.
"You are me, the new version of me," they say.
"And who are are you?" I ask.
"Ometecuhtli," they say.
The gears in my brain stop working and I mention the version of me that said they were made by the Phanes and Ometecuhtli explains that the version of me I saw in my dreams is another version of them, Llipya. I ask what they mean by the dream me and me being a different version of them. The place me back on the ground before using the lights to make six figures, one of me, one of this Llipya person, who does look kind of like me except for the fact they're clearly a woman, one of a tall figure with small horns, a gaint with shaggy hair and horns, and then themselves. Using these figures Ometecuhtli explains that they are the first and true form but they died at the hands of a long dead demon, but instead of disappearing Ometecuhtli became a gaint who added humanity, a giant known as Aurgelmir. Then Aurgelmir went back to being a god after earning the power back. Then they died again and became Khnum and the cycle happened again he became a god after gaining power back. They kept explaining each form until they go to me, their current form apparently.
"So... I am a god. But why did I end up in my world and not stay here?" I ask.
"Simple, when the balance of the universe was overthrown, you were sent away. But, now you're back and you can fix things!" They say while smiling.
I tell Ometecuhtli that I want to go home. They pause, and tell me that what I knew as home wasn't my life, wasn't me, but a cheap copy of someone else. I yell back that I remember my parents, my friends, and so many other memories that proved I lived a life but Ometecuhtli tells me that those memories aren't mine, that I was just an attachment to some other soul in another world that was never meant to be my life. I fall to my knees and start crying, I mean what else was I supposed to do after finding out I was basically a parasite! I feel the lights touch me, wiping my tears, but I don't hear Ometecuhtli apologize.
"Is... is that why everyone is obsessed with me?" I ask.
Ometecuhtli doesn't answer, but the silence tells me everything. I start at the ground and ask why now? Why tell me now that I'm a version of a god who made this world? Why?
"They need you. This world needs me in whatever form I'm in. Your old world is fine, who you think you are will be fine but without you here this world will fall to ruin. Please... stay," Ometecuhtli says, practically begging.
I stare at the group, thinking of everything that happened, everything happening right now as everyone is frozen. I want to go home... but as I think I see a portal open, but not one of the Abyss portals, instead this one is gold. I poke my head in and see myself, going about my day, acting like I used to.
I... I'm ok. Everything is fine
I pull my head back out of the portal and look at Ometecuhtli, but none of us say anything. We just stare at each other but they seem to know what I want to ask, so they tell me that I can be among the mortals for as long I want to be. I smile, take their hand, and absorb the lights.
***Present***
I snap back to the present just as the music gets louder somehow. People are celebrating, and I can't help but smile as they do. Though. I feel a bit disconnected, now that I know I'm a god and parasite. I look at Lumine and Paimon, happy they're finally free to make their own choices. I go to talk to Mauvika, ready to tell her I'm excited to see the temple they have for me when I overhear her tell Lumine and Paimon about Dottore and I freeze.
I remember hating his guts when I was in the other world and I thought all this was fictional, so knowing he's alive and well makes me angry after everything he's done. So, I offer to go with them. Mauvika tells me I don't have to and that I should stay in Nataln.
"I want to, but with the sky and moon... It would be selfish to not help those I made in Nod-Krai," I tell her.
She sighs and smiles, agreeing with me. Paimon is so excited she hugs me. I smile and go with the two to get ready to leave for Nod-Krai, imagining what this place is like, nervous and excited at the same time. As we gather items I start to realize, there were eight lights Ometecuhtli was working with, seven for the element and that random silver light.
What element is silver? Cry[? No, cryo is light blue. What was that light?
I try to figure out what that silver light could possibly be, but I drae a blank. Whatever, I can worry about that later. Right now, I have to go help beat Dottore to death.
