You were a god, a young god at that.

You were only child, under the care of the Knights of Favonius. Mondstadt was nice, you liked the people and the food. However, you noticed the knights were very careful around you.

“Now, you understand the importance of being a god, correct?” Kaeya, your caretaker asked. You only nodded, which seemed to be a good enough response for him.

The two of you were at home studying, currently going over the archon war. These lessons always felt awkward… Mainly as a reminder of the danger you could be.

Kaeya looked back at you, asking, “Do you know the importance of being a good god?”