The Legend of Vennessa: Part I

A ballad widely sung since Mondstadt's rebuilding, telling of Vennessa, founder of the Knights of Favonius, in her early years of slavery in Mondstadt.

Drink deep, friends of Mondstadt's taverns—do not stop!

To freedom! To the God of Anemo!

To Vennessa, the first knight!

Children of Mondstadt, never forget the Anemo Archon's grace—

No—freedom is not a gift. Struggle is.

The tale begins long ago.

Forgive me, drinkers, if I digress—

But you should know: our Mondstadt's glorious freedom

Began when Barbatos first stirred the lyre's strings.

Poems sing the names of heroes,

Yet nameless freedom deserves more memorial still.

Then Mondstadt sighed under the nobles' yoke.

Festivals were false games of the powerful,

And for common folk, mere empty talk.

Mondstadt City was a cage swaying in the wind.

Nobles drove their slaves as they pleased,

Not knowing they themselves were also locked within.

In that prison there was a maiden

Who came from the southern wilds.

Born free, yet bound in chains,

Her flesh held by a tyrant—

Yet the devout maiden never ceased to pray

For her people, for Mondstadt, and for a freedom not yet true.