The Sight Of Two Stars

The sight of two stars

Aaravos x Startouched elf! Reader

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{Fluff}

warning: none

I had this idea for a while about Aaravos with a reader who likes to find constellations on his skin and I started this oneshot expecting it to take a completely different path but I love how it turned out and I'm low key proud with the idea. The execution is not my best work but we have fun here!😂. Anywho, I hope y'all enjoy! I hope this will be able to hold you over for a few more days as I have 3 more one shots/images in the making that should come out shortly! Anyway, it's almost 3 am and I have to drive for 5 hours back home tomorrow 😭.

(ps:I had to make up a constellation for this that sounded more magical so I did! But all the other constellations are either from the show or a real constellation!)

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I have always loved the night sky And everything that belongs to it. I've especially always been drawn to constellations. The way the stars are set just perfectly to make a work of art when in reality they are so far from one another that they are not aware that their portrait is beautiful in a way.

It's been so long since I was able to gaze upon them. Being imprisoned for centuries with no windows or fresh air is a burden in itself, But losing my Night sky, it almost felt like I had lost myself. Well, I didn't lose all of myself. My lovely husband keeps me Sane (When he's not driving me Insane).

He's the reason I’m here in the first place. What is it with dragons anyway, It was just a couple of war crimes and whatnot, And I wasn't even involved. With the crimes that is. yes, I may have given my lovely starman some ideas every once in a while, But I never got my hands dirty. I was just a performer, Singing and dancing in town squares, Taverns, inns you name it. But alas here we are. Here I am. Stuck in this hell, with no sky, just that Damned mirror. I hate that mirror, Well I hate being in range of that mirror. To know someone could be watching me from the other side unnerves me and I avoid it at all cost.

I hear the door open to the room I have placed myself in, another room in this prison. It's a little library with books on all sorts of things. it's my favorite spot in this wretched place. My little slice of heaven.

I glance up from my book watching Aaravos enter the room with that cloak on, I can’t help but love the way he looks in it, and with the way I look at him, I’m worse than any man.

“My love, Why do you gaze at me in such a way? I can feel your eyes from here” He teases, taking his cloak off and hanging in on a small hook by the tall doors before looking over at me with that Smirk he gives. I love this elf but by the Divines why must he do this?

I shake my head with a chuckle, placing my bookmark in the spot I left off before closing my book. Setting it down gently on the table beside the little sofa I've curled up on. “ Am I not allowed to admire you?.’ I jokingly ask with a small grin as I allow him to take a seat beside me.“So how was your dramatic entrance? Did that Dark mage see you this time like you wanted?” I ask turning to face him resting my arm on the back of the sofa and using my hand to prop up my head.

“Everything went according to plan. His candle went out. I went in, confused him, and left. Just as Intended.” He tells me with a cocky smile.

“Now everything should fall into place, he’s a curious desperate, power-hungry human. That is just the combination we are looking for if we wish to get out of here.” I say with some excitement,

“but my love do not get cocky yet because if one little piece is lost, broken, or forgotten, we will be stuck here. And If we are stuck in here for another century I will skin you alive.” I warn with a stern expression before I chuckle a bit.

He laughs a bit “ No you wouldn’t, 'cause then you would be all alone in this place and we both know you couldn't take that.” He says pulling me closer to his side.

“What are you talking about? Some peace and quiet would be lovely. Maybe then I could finish my book.” I joke as I adjust to get a bit more comfortable. “Ah yes, what book are you reading currently again? It was something to do with the differences between human interpretations of constellations and Elven interpretations correct?” he asks genuinely curious about my interest,

He remembers my love of the night like no other, for he loved it as well. but now it's hard to remember what it's like. Of course, there are illustrations in the books but those illustrations can only capture so much, yes some books do better than others but the true beauty of the night sky can only truly be appreciated in person. Well, maybe something can come close.

“Yes that's right, and honestly humans need to get a bit more creative. I mean they Named Garlath the Annihilator the Big Spoon… Because they thought it looked like a spoon." I say with sarcasm as I roll my eyes. “ and also they call Leolas' last wish the South Star. Talk about imagination.'' I speak with disappointment. Aaravos just simply chuckles “Those names the humans gave them came to be long before this generation, they are simple and easy for their minds to comprehend but I do agree they were quite lazy.” he says in agreement.

I think he gives them too much credit. but what can I say I lost patience with humans during my time performing. Aaravos on the other hand has plenty, but then again he was more respected by them due to the whole giving them magic ordeal which I understand but still, humans are like an annoying younger sibling. you love them and would do what you could to protect them from others, but you would definitely rip their vocal cord out and strangle them with it as soon as they call you ugly.

I sigh “Perhaps I'm a bit harsh on them sometimes, but I can't help it. I feel like I'm losing my mind here, I'm not even sure how much time has passed anymore.” I explain as I absentmindedly trace little patterns on his freckled arm that rests around my waist, as I'm doing this a particularly bright star freckle brings my mind back into focus and I notice something. “Wait a moment…” I say suddenly as Aaravos gives me a confused look “What is it?” he asks simply before I place my thumb over the spot on his arm to not lose it reaching over I grab my book and open it to a certain page leaving him to his confusion as i scan the books page.

“Aha! I thought that looked familiar, darling." I say lifting my thumb off the spot on his arm and placing the book's page next to it. The page has an illustration of a constellation on it, and it just so happens that the little star freckles on his arm connect to make the same one. “Hm well isn't that interesting? I had not noticed that none yet ” he says, grabbing the book from my hand to examine it.

“ Well it says that it's called the eye of Izora, it has 8 stars on top making the upper eyelid, and 5 stars that make up the bottom. The iris is made up of 4 stars in between with the pupil being a completely different constellation (Leola’s last wish). The eye has 7 stars above it making it appear as though the eye has three separate eyelashes with another 7 on the bottom doing the same. In the human kingdoms, it's not known” he reads with a hint of interest. He looks between the book and the spot on his wrist where I found the constellation.

“ isn't that interesting? Oh, I just love finding new ones they are harder to find on you than they are on me for some reason.." I tell you with a grin, snatching the book back. I search through the pages as I scan the rest of his arm looking for more connections. this is one of my favorite things to do, I've found plenty of constellations on myself but with Aaravos they are harder to find because he has a lot more stars on him then I do and they make it harder to connect them,

Minutes pass before I find another new one… It was right in front of us but my eyes couldn't make it out right away. “I see one right there but I can't make out what that one is, It's definitely something though. Can you tell what it is?” I ask Aaravos looks at it for a moment, tilting his head to the side a bit trying to get another angle to look at it but failing.

he seems to think for a moment before he grabs a quill out of the inkpot that sits on the end table next to the sofa, he places the tip of the quill on his skin tracing in between the stars on his arm. As I look through the book I hear him hum “It looks like a scorpion look it up in the book I think we finally found it.” he says, showing me the connected lines.

“I think you're right.” I say glancing at his armbefore turning to the next page and seeing the scorpion-like constellation, it matches the one on his arm and I grin “We found it, I knew it was around here somewhere, we all have our star sign on us, yours just was hiding all these years.” I laugh and he does too “I found it once before I believe but I lost it and didn't find it again until now.” he says holding it up

“ well maybe once we get out of here you should get it tattooed so you don't lose where it is again.” I joke And Aaravos laughs a bit “My love you know I would never do that, it's not my style, besides I am already vastly decorated anyways.’ he says in a kind of sassy tone. As we both laugh some more

As the day? Night? Carried on We both continued our search for more constellations on his skin. It wasn't long before we had mapped out at least a dozen from his wrist to his shoulder connecting the stars with thin lines of writing ink that was smudging in some places but neither of us cared because this was one of the few moments where neither of us are frantically searching or planning. It was just us, then again it's always just us, but moments like this bring us back to reality when we didn't even realize we were drifting away from ourselves, and each other. I know we are gonna make it out of this prison one day, and once we do I know it's going to be just the two of us against all of Xadia. But that's ok I know we will be able to take care of it. And at least I'll have my night sky back.

I got you 🖤 to make this authentic I smoked a fat ass blunt just for you anyways I did the characters you requested plus a few extra and I decided to do small HC/ drabbles cause I have to many imagines atm 🤣 anyways also I added nuada from hellboy 2 cause he's pookie all the way @horny4bj-blog

Characters included:

Hellboy (2004)

Prince nuada ( hellboy 2, 2008)

Daryl (Alexandria timeline)

Sam (supernatural)

Dean (supernatural)

Castiel (supernatural

Lucifer (supernatural)

Let's get startedddd

Different characters react to you stoned/couch-logged

Masterlist

Hellboy:

Honestly was not surprised when he walked into him room one day to it smelling entirely of weed. Honestly he was mostly impressed because not only did it smell. But when the door opened all that came out was smoke.

Like damn.

When he went to venture further he was also not surprised when he saw you sprawled out on the couch with like 6 cats laying on you.

You didnt register him calling your name until he threw a candybar at your face

This is pretty much how it went

“Hey???” “…” “Hellooo??” “…” “Hey!” “Ow fuck what do you want.” you say as you open the candy bar and take a bite

Honestly he doesn't really care but he expects you to share you weed with him. If you don't he will lowkey just take it without asking and deal with you later. (no he won't pay you back hes always magically broke when you ask him to 😒)

As for you being on the couch he tells you to move over. If you don't he moves you himself.

He finds it funny to mess with you when you get to the point when you think everything is in slow motion And your basically not registering anything the way your supposed to

Like one time yall played Uno. And you were at the point you couldn't even read the cards and you were slumped over leaning on the back of the couch like a corpse thinkin the number 6 was the funniest shit on earth

And what did he do.convinced you to give him your cards so he could read them to you.in your state you agreed. That prick (this is based off a true story i have a lot of these adafia if you see this. Fuck you I should have one that game 🖕)

Yeah naw i dont have much for him he's just an asshole who also smokes so he don't really care yall end up watching a lot of movies though.

Nuada:

Now he's interesting with this idea lmao

He's confused as fuck cause he don't really do shit that could alter his mind, he want to stay sharp and ready for anything (boring fuckaaaa)

He at first acts like a disappointed mother

“ now why would you go and do this to yourself knowing what we have to do.” “because I'm a whole ass adult and it makes it more fun.” “that's besides the point (name)” part of a real argument yall had at one point

Yeah like don't get me wrong he doesn't hate weed he just thinks it makes you act dumb

He's lowkey right though

But anyways back to the prompt. When he walks in and your just spaces out in your bed he just shakes his head and goes to do what he needs to do.

If you are logged somewhere is his way this man with nudge/kick you with his foot until you move and if you don't he will just use his foot to roll you out of the way.

He acts like he doesn't care and to be frank he doesn't have the energy to put into caring about something so dumb so he leaves you alone.

But then there was the one time that he accidentally ate an edible.

He took that shit like a champ though and was able to function decently, but for the most part he was just chillin just silently staring off into space

He says he would never do that again. But you decide not to say anything when you notice some of your edibles missing.

Bro thinks he's slick 🤣🤣

Sam:

Ok gonna be honest his brother is dean. Need I say more

He knows what to do he pulls up with the munchies and some red box movie

If your slumped on the couch this man will sit on the floor

Y'all can talk for hours even if he is sober

Or you pass out from him typing on the computer cause I mean that sound is just relaxing.

Honestly don't have much for him he's just a chill guy

Dean:

He don't walk in

He's slumped with you on the other side of the couch

He eats all the damn munchies

He refuses to watch anything besides old Scooby doo reruns.

(he has a crush on the hex girls)

He's literally just a grown up child when he's high (not much different then normal)

Yall are laughing high people

The jokes are hilarious

Cass

He walks in and sees you on the couch looking half dead and he's confused

Like really confused

“Are you ok?” “huh?” are you ok??” “HUH??” “nevermind.”

He doesn't know what to do so he does nothing 😭😭

If you ask he will get you snacks

He's kinda hard to talk to so if you are laughing its at him not knowing anything

(these are getting short cause of my beautiful bong so its not my fault blame daisy that's my bongs name.)

Lucifer:

Ok let be honest here

He's lucifer he's hilarious

If you wanna feel like your gonna suffocate from laughing then he's your guy

He doesn't even try to be funny he just says out of pocket shit.

All the time

I haven't seen much of his character yet but he's already a favorite

I don't think he would light up with you unless you peer pressure him

Yes you have to peer pressurethe damn devil to smoke the devils lettuce with you.

If yall do he just spaces in and out while your on your phone on that couch unmoving

But during this spacing in and out he just says weird shit

I dare you to show him the dark crystal afterwords tho just trust me.

Daryl:

This man could not give less of a fuck

He's used to seeing people on all sorts of shit so some weed don't scare him

He just goes about his day

He will sit and chat with you

He's a horrible high sitter tho

If you get to high he's your worst nightmare

Will throw fake spiders and shit at you knowing your on that couch to see you jump

He's lowkey funny tho 🤣

He might smoke with you once in awhile

It's rare tho he's more of a drinker

Anyways that's all for today hope you enjoyed dis shitz

Edit: sorry I sounded like a fuckin idiot here also sorry I forgot Crowley and carol 😭😭 I wrote for nuada took a break forgot it was nuada and gaslit myself into thinking I wrote for Crowley 🤣🤣

didnt mean to but its really late and I'm to lazy to write for them rn so I hope you enjoy what I got down please forgive me🖤🖤 also sorry nuadas there you didnt ask for him I was just living it up with daisy at that moment.

Ignore my name it’s a joke meant for shock value any who could ya do a Hellboy/ TWD (Carl or Daryl/ Supernatural (TFW) imagine please like if ya wanna but the theme would be them reacting to their stoner lover being stupidly stoned I’m currently couch logged

Bro I'm stoned asf to 🤣🤣 I got you I'll type it out tomorrow and I'll tag you pookie 🖤🖤 (don't mind the pookie I call everyone that lmaooo)

HIIII!! Can I say I love seeing your name in my activity, I’m literally giggling like “omg, they liked my post!🤭”

ANYWAYS *throws rat*

I literally love you so much!!! don’t get me started because I could write individual essays on how much I love all my mutuals 😭🖤🖤

Your posts are always so fun and I'm happy you don't mind my spam liking!! 🤣

Meme made by me lol

Love long lost Pt3

Aaravos x Fem!reader

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Warnings: None that I can think of but I finished writing this as I was having a interesting mental time so I honestly don't think no shit anymore 😭

Masterlist

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I stand looking into the broken shards of the mirror, it's only been a couple of hours yet, The burning Mark of my forehead remains, a sigil that emanates a blue glow that burns anything that comes close to it.

We tried removing it, wiping it, erasing it with one of Callum's spells, yet it stayed. I’m about to ask Rayla to lend me her blade so I can cut it off. I want nothing more to do with it, I want to forget what I saw, forget Aaravos, and go home. Wherever that may be.

As I stare at my reflection, And the mirror that Aaravos broke, I can't help but think about those scenes. They were cryptic, disturbing, and yet beautiful. When I woke I had the intention of telling the group what was presented to me in those visions but my voice was caught in my throat. I wish I had known what to say but the words would not bring themselves to me.

“Hey, Y/n” I whip around turning to the voice in surprise, realizing it's just Callum I let out a sigh of relief. “Oh hey, Callum.” I say turning back to the mirror “Did you need something?” I ask him, ever since I woke up I've avoided him, even though the actions were not his own, But those of Aaravos, I still can't bring myself to look at him after he was the last thing I saw before being tormented by those visions, I feel horrible but the back of my mind blames him for even bringing that mirror in the first place if he would have just left it none of this would have happened. But then again we wouldn't know what we were up against if he hadn't. I still can't get those faces out of my mind, I want answers and I think I know who I might have to ask to get them.

“Yeah, I kind of did.” Callum says rubbing the back of his neck nervously, “I wanted to check up on you and apologize for what happened earlier.” he tells me taking a couple more steps before sitting on a rock, I nod my head looking at him in one of the broken shards of the mirror before turning to face him.

“It's fine Callum. You didn't have control of yourself, therefore your actions were not yours and I forgive you." I say with a small reassuring smile as I take a seat beside him on the rock. I can’t avoid Him forever. So I might as well forgive him.

He nods his head to me, “It was horrifying not being able to control my body or my voice. It was like I was a puppet with strings around my limbs. I mean I was forced to hurt my friends and my brother, and what he made me do to you.. I’m just really sorry Y/n i just can't say it enough.” he says placing his head in his hands before rubbing his temples in a stressed-out manner,

“ Callum, like I said it's ok I forgive you. You're one of my closest friends. I know you are goodhearted, there's no need to build a case for yourself. I understand completely.” I say patting him on the back a bit in a comforting manner.

For a few moments, we sit like that, before Callum lifts his head to look at me. “Y/n if you don't mind me asking ... What did you see when Aaravos made me use that spell on you?” he asks with a bit of hesitance resting in his tone like he was afraid to even mention that moment that happened but a few hours ago. It's understandable. Everything is still so fresh in our minds, I can remember each word, each movement, hell I can even remember the hue of the colors in the room at the time,And how the light hit them.

Still, I can't help but let out a sigh as the visions flash through my mind, the last scene in particular sticking with me, the sound of the cries and the screams. God they won't leave my mind they haunt me at every moment. I shake my head a bit to hopefully disperse my thoughts, sadly it goes in vain as they stay clear as the night sky that seems to shine particularly bright tonight to my great displeasure.

I lower my gaze to some loose pebbles at our feet as I speak. “ I saw him, Aaravos. But it was different, he was different and he was with a woman in each scene I saw him in. It felt like I was seeing the past.” I tell Callum, returning my gaze to him once more. “What do you mean by scene?” he asks with confusion.

“ you know, like I saw multiple visions.” I explain rolling my foot around on the pebbles

“The first one I saw him in a tavern, hidden in the very back, then this performer showed up. But the scene changed before I got a good look at her. That's when this happened.” I say showing him my now bandaged fingers from when I had clawed at the tavern door. He uncomfortably shifts away from my wounded hands, the image of them being torn up and me clawing on a wooden door making him cringe at the thought.

“Then I finally got a good look at them in the second vision. I recognized the girl by her outfit at first, I had recognized Aaravos by his voice at the tavern so I already knew it was him. In my vision, they were meeting up in the woods, pretty secretly from the looks of it.” I told Callum.

“What kind of secret? Like kidnapper secret or evil ‘Let's destroy the world plans’ secret?’ he asks and I laugh

“ no no, neither it looked like it was more of a lover's way, and that was only confirmed by my third and final vision,” I explained with a grin. It feels good to tell someone about what I saw. I know it wasn't that long ago but ever since I woke up it has been eating me alive, and this mark has been burning.

“ Well, what happened in your third vision?” Callum asks with an intrigued expression.

“Well I woke up in a cave, and then they ran in all torn up, and she started screaming at him, and he wouldn't respond to her until she yelled at him once more and he screamed back and then the vision ended with his slamming his arms into the wall as she cried on the cave floor. I woke up before I could get any more answers.” I explain with a groan. “ It's just none of it makes any sense. I don't understand why I was shown any of that though. It all was so random, none of those things fit together." I say with frustration as I kick one of the pebbles by our feet away to an unknown location in the storm spire.

Callum seems to be in deep thought, in a moment it seems as though a light went off in his brain and he grabs his sketchbook. “ Here just out of curiosity would you describe what Aaravos and the woman looked like?” he asks as he readies his pencil. “ not sure how much help that would be but I suppose I could.” I agree. I can't think of how a drawing of them could help us in any way but I decided I can afford to humor Callum for a little while.

Little time passes as we sit there, as I describe the two people I can see Callum's face shift with concentration. But as I describe the elf woman, his face starts to slowly get more confused and he starts to dart his eyes back and forth between me and the drawing frequently. “ Is something wrong My friend?” I ask abruptly, Callum's head shoots up to look at me then I get back to the drawing and then to me once more. “ Well, nothing's wrong… I guess it's just…” he pauses for a minute before he holds the sketch up next to my face. “ with what you've described to me, it ended up looking like…” he trails off for a moment before pointing to the mirror, I'm able to see my reflection in the broken shards, the drawing is indeed the woman I saw, and yes I thought she looked a little bit like me when I saw her. But seeing her next to me I quickly realized that she did not only look like me, and sound like me. She was me.

She was me, and I didn't know how. These visions were not mine, but they felt so real like they couldn't be anything but a memory and I can't think of a reason Aaravos would fight so hard to show me visions that are not real. Thinking of it now he seemed to know me well, And the way he spoke to me with such personal hatred only confirmed it. But Zubeia had told us all that it's been over a century since Aaravos’s imprisonment, so how could he hate someone he doesn't know?

I’m pulled out of my thoughts by Callum announcing to me he's done with the drawing. I hadn't even noticed it wasn't being held up to my face anymore. As I turn to Callum he shows me the drawing. And it's a replica of both Aaravos and the mysterious woman from my vision.

“ That's exactly right, you did well.” I compliment Him as he smiles a bit, ripping the drawing out of his sketchbook and handing it to me. I thank him as I look at the drawing before an idea pops into my mind. “ Hey Callum, do you know if Queen Zubeia is here at the moment,” I ask him

“ yeah she's here, she's sitting with the other up front. Why?” he asks with a raised eyebrow,

“ I need to talk to her in private, but I don't wish to speak to the others yet. Could you ask her if she would be willing to speak to me?” I ask Callum with a dazed look still deep in thought. He nods his head “ I'll ask her, if you need anything else feel free to ask, I owe you now.” he says with a bit of a chuckle as he leaves the room.

A couple of minutes pass and I hear the heavy steps of the dragon queen entering the room, I turn to face her as she enters, giving her a small bow. “ Queen Zubeia, thank you for accepting to speak with me. I’m sorry I didn't ask you myself. I didn't think it right to talk to the others just yet,” I explained to her. She simply nods her head and sits in her regular spot in the room. “ there's no need to bow to me Y/n, Callum told me about your visions.” she sighs

“When Callum said you wished to speak to me about them I was not surprised I figured you would have a lot of questions. but before I tell you everything you must realize that You were' supposed to know about this just yet.' 'she tells me. I look at her in curiosity, Anxious about what she's going to say. Whenever a story starts with ‘ you weren't supposed to know ‘I can tell it's gonna be bad.

Zubeia meets my gaze and she speaks once more “Before I tell you these Atrocities, are you positive you are ready to handle the burden of this tale, knowing that it could tear the group that Xadia relies on apart?” I nod my head to her “ I must know my queen, I fear if I am left to my speculation I might go mad.” I tell her, “Now please I must have an answer. Who is she?” I say holding up the picture of Aaravos and the woman that Callum drew so that the dragon queen could get a good view.

“I figured that would be your first question. And to answer it I have a story to tell you. It's About A humble performer and the star who corrupted her.” Zubeia says looking up through the hole in the storm spire that shows the night sky, I follow her gaze as I listen to her.

“Centuries ago there was A young, sweet elven girl. She was a dancer who would travel across Xadia With her performance group. At the time Xadia was whole and humans and elves were living together, It was not harmonious as you can assume. But in some places, people were a bit more open-minded. Most of the time these places had quite the night life and the taverns and inns would be packed full of elves and humans combined." She starts by bringing her gaze back down to me as I sit down on a rock to listen.

“Well one night The woman and her group came to perform in one of these taverns, and there she met him.” she continues, “Aaravos?” I ask, and Zubeia nods. “ Yes, child Aaravos. He was quite charming and she couldn't help but be drawn to him, and as time went on and they saw more of each other they developed a friendship, he would go to her shows and teach her magic, and she would tell stories of him and the great ones to people all over Xadia through her songs and stories, and with the magic he taught her the performances became more popular and people would pay to see her and the group perform together With Aaravos always hovering in the background or the shadows.” Zubeia tells me.

‘Well, that explains a lot’ I thought to myself as I looked at the mirror in my peripheral vision. This is all stuff that was blatantly obvious in the story so I struggle a bit to completely tune into the story but I realize i can't afford to lose any of this information.

“ Well one day, The woman told Aaravos to meet her at a certain part of the woods after her show one night. He agreed to do so and met her in the little hidden clearing of the forest, once he got there though he was met with some unexpected words. A confession. The woman told him that during their time together she had gained feelings for him.

She was terrified of how he would react. He was one of the great ones after all, But some of her worry was washed away when he also confessed that he shared her feelings. She was overjoyed of course. But they both knew that if any found out about them, she would be in grave danger. There were stories in the past of the mortal lovers of the mysterious entities who would be burned at the stake, under unknown superstition. So they decided to stay secret.” Zubeia explains with an almost hushed voice.

“ Wait, why would they burn the mortal lovers at the stake, wouldn't that just piss off the great one whose lover they burned?” I ask in confusion. As Zubeia chuckles

“ Well back then like I said it was an unknown superstition, but the reason they had done it before was rumored to be because the other great ones would order mortals to do it to keep the other one in line, Back then they were almost seen as gods. People worshiped them. I’m assuming they thought if one of them was with a mortal being they would lose power and respect so they ordered death to any mortal who could seduce one of them.” Zubeia explained.

“ Anyways, so for a long time, they kept the secret. But one night when they had met in that same clearing once more, The bard from the woman's group found them and ran away in fear. Not because he had seen them together. But because unknowing to Aaravos’s lover he had gained a bounty on his head for the suspected murder of the dragon queen Luna Tenebris, and The queen of lux Aurea Queen Aditi.

unfortunately, Aaravos saw the bard and went to chase after him, but the woman stopped him in confusion, as she trusted the bard he was a good friend of hers for many years. But then the sound of a humongous mob sounded in the distance, making Aaravos grab the woman in her confusion and run through the forest. She knew that something was off when he took her and ran, it was too out of character for him.

As they ran the mob gained on them a bit and she tripped and fell behind. The mob paid her no mind and ran right past her. Unknowing to them Aaravos had teleported himself back to grab her. The rain and mud made it hard to trudge through the forest but eventually, they reached a small cave..”

“Oh, I know this part from my last vision! They got into an argument once they got there cause he wouldn't tell her what was happening.” I chime in with a grin. I know the story is quite grim, but so much has come to light and I can't help but smile as my mind is slowly eased every moment, but it only replaces old questions with new ones I realize as my smile drops a bit.

“Well,” Zubeia says with a sigh. “ He left her in that cave. He left and the next morning She was found lying unconscious on the rocky ground. Turns out that the cave was the nest of an Earth dragon, It had witnessed the whole ordeal and knew that the Archdragons were looking for Aaravos. So it picked him up and brought her to us.” Zubeia says with a frown. Clearing her throat a bit before continuing her voice a bit sad.

“Now Y/n this is part of the story that I can't possibly prepare you for, The actions of me, Avizandum, and the other archdragons, Are unforgivable as they were originally. But especially meeting you and knowing you now Y/n as a friend it breaks me even more now.” Zubeia says grimly. As she bows her head down so shes at my level a bit. “Y/n what I’m going to tell you is going to make you hate us all. But you need to be told as it is crucial information. But before I do, I must explain to you. That the woman in this story is not random…” she says to me with sad eyes.

“She's me isn't she,” I ask, staring at the picture.

“I beg your pardon? Zubeia says in surprise.

“She's me isn't she?” I ask once more, glancing up at her with a blank expression.

“ Unfortunately.”