The Echo of Fengwu's Last Rain

In the ancient kingdom of Lingnan, where the mountains kissed the clouds, there lived a warrior named Fengwu. His name was as famous as the thunderous roars that echoed through the valleys. Fengwu was not just a warrior; he was a guardian of the kingdom, a man whose every move was as swift as the wind and as fierce as the flames that danced in the night sky.

It was during one of the most brutal droughts that the heavens opened, not in mercy, but in fury. The rain came down in buckets, drenching the earth and the people, until the world was a sea of water. It was then that Fengwu encountered her, a young woman named Liyue, whose eyes held the promise of the rain's first drop after the drought.

Liyue was the daughter of the kingdom's most revered scholar, a man whose wisdom was as vast as the ocean. She was also a seer, gifted with the ability to see the future in the patterns of the clouds and the whispers of the wind. When Fengwu first laid eyes on Liyue, he felt a strange connection, as if the heavens themselves had arranged their meeting.

The two became inseparable, their bond growing stronger with each passing day. Fengwu's heart was a storm, and Liyue was the calm at its center. But as fate would have it, their love was not to be. The kingdom was at war, and Fengwu was called to the front lines, leaving Liyue behind.

Before he left, Liyue spoke to him of a vision she had seen—a vision of Fengwu's death in battle. But he laughed it off, believing that his destiny was to protect the kingdom, not to fall in its wake. He kissed her goodbye, a promise of their love's endurance, and rode off into the night.

The war raged on, and Fengwu fought with the ferocity of a thousand wild beasts. But as the days turned into weeks, and the weeks into months, Liyue's vision grew more vivid. She could feel his pain, hear his cries, even as she was confined to her room by the king's order, who feared for her safety.

The rain continued to pour, relentless and unyielding, as if the heavens were weeping for Fengwu. Liyue's heart grew heavy with worry, and her visions grew darker. She saw the battlefield, bathed in blood, and Fengwu's body lying lifeless on the ground.

The night of the battle, as the rain reached its peak, Liyue knew what she had to do. She dressed in her warrior's garb and set out into the storm. She had to find Fengwu, to say goodbye, to fulfill the promise they had made.

The journey was treacherous, the rain making the path slippery and treacherous. But Liyue pressed on, driven by love and the fear of losing Fengwu forever. She reached the battlefield just as the last of the fighting ended. The rain had stopped, and the battlefield was a scene of horror.

Liyue found Fengwu's body, lifeless and covered in blood. She knelt beside him, tears streaming down her face. She whispered her love and her apologies, promising to join him in the afterlife. Then, with a heart full of sorrow, she took his hand and drew a sword from her belt.

The sword was a gift from her father, forged from the purest of metals and imbued with the power of the heavens. With one swift motion, Liyue plunged the sword into her heart, feeling the pain of her wound as if it were Fengwu's own.

The rain began to fall again, this time in a gentle, sorrowful rhythm. Fengwu's eyes opened, and he saw Liyue, his love, now a ghostly apparition beside him. He reached out, but she was gone. He cried out her name, and the heavens echoed back, "Liyue, Liyue."

The rain continued to pour, and Fengwu felt the warmth of Liyue's body beside him. He knew that she had joined him, that they would be together forever. And as the rain washed over them, Fengwu felt a sense of peace, knowing that his love had endured.

The legend of Fengwu and Liyue spread far and wide, a tale of love that transcended life and death. The rain that fell on the battlefield that night was said to be the tears of the heavens, weeping for the lovers who had given everything for their love.

And so, the rain continued to fall, a reminder of the eternal bond between Fengwu and Liyue, a bond that would never be broken, even by the passage of time and the relentless march of the heavens.