I'm a noble fairy. I used to live a long, leisurely life in Snezhnaya. Having an archenemy around made it interesting enough.
But several hundred years ago, a great calamity struck. The god we worshipped died, and many fairies vanished in the catastrophe brought by the Abyss.
I have a strong healing ability, but my luck isn't so great. I fell into a deathlike state while suppressing an Abyssal disaster somewhere, and didn't wake up until several hundred years later.
When I awoke, I discovered that the world had changed beyond recognition.
First of all, our god was gone, replaced by the Tsaritsa of Snezhnaya. The number of fairies had dwindled, and humans had become the main rulers of Snezhnaya.
More importantly, it seemed my archenemy had died in that catastrophe, too.
After hearing from the Rooster that the last place my archenemy had been seen was Nod-Krai, I waved away his attempts to dissuade me and set off for Nod-Krai.
In Nod-Krai, I saw many Lampkeepers who were always carrying lanterns. Looking at the lanterns in their hands, I couldn't help feeling sad.
Sigh. My archenemy used to love hiding inside lanterns and pretending to be a ghost to scare people.
Thinking of my archenemy, I couldn't help feeling sad that he had died.
I'd once studied Liyue culture out of interest, so I knew its customs fairly well.
So, on a dark and windy night, I lit a fire and built a high platform. I placed a lantern on it as an offering and piled up the gemstones my archenemy would have liked beneath it.
Just as I was about to call out my archenemy's name, someone suddenly appeared behind me and put a hand on my shoulder.
I spun around in alarm, only to see a familiar face.
My archenemy gave me the standard fake smile I'd grown tired of seeing and said, "I understand your grief, but, "
"Lighting such a huge fire out in the wild could easily start a wildfire."
In shock, I instinctively retorted, "With you here, how could there possibly be a fire?"
Wait
Staring at his familiar face, I finally understood and sucked in a sharp breath.
My archenemy was alive!
Pairing:
A Snezhnayan little spark, dark-hearted and a bit mean * a Snezhnayan fairy, easy to fool but a formidable fighter
Not too long, with little involvement in the main plot. It should wrap up at around 100,000 to 200,000 words.
The main story is in third person, but the author hasn't decided on the protagonist's name yet.
They'll decide after looking up Russian naming customs.
Theme: Fall in love!
