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A parent’s wrath was a mournful and deadly one. In particular, the instance of this unimpeded vengeful fury Callum was forced to literally face at a very near moment in time. Callum couldn’t blame him though. In his position, would it be him standing where Aaravos was right now?
The thought sent a horrifying shiver to Callum’s very core.
To lose a beloved child.
To see your little one be relentlessly murdered for showing compassion.
It was horrific.
And quite frankly, that was putting it lightly. He felt sick to his very core.
But how did he get to this point? On his way to talk to a man who once possessed him? Who he once considered the most evil being that walked the planet, unsure if everything he knew about him was wrong.
Was he scared of him? Sure. He’d be lying if he said he wasn’t. But that moment he’d overheard him talking with Zubeia…it had changed everything.
Evening had graced her sun-kissed spirit to the people of both the Human Kingdoms and Xadia, dancing a smooth solo parade before she greeted the moonlight that later followed her.
Callum naturally shook off his mage wings like it was no issue, intending to report back to Zubeia about Zym’s whereabouts and his safety as they were keeping him hidden after finding out about Aaravos’ release.
Upon seeing the Fallen Star, Callum’s first instinct was to rush in post haste and help Zubeia.
But something stopped him.
He wasn’t sure what or why, but the body language between the two…something was off.
So instead, he perched down from behind a nearby tree and listened with eager ears to their heated discussion. He vowed he would leap out and attack Aaravos if need be.
As if that would do anything. He was one of the most powerful beings to ever walk this Universe. But what else could he do?
“You claim to act benevolent Zubeia, but you're just as guilty as any of us!” Aaravos harshly hissed, his face boiled with nothing but bitterness and hatred, “I don’t claim that I can do no wrong, I have accepted my fate as a sinner. But I stand by my means and know where my loyalties lie. You Zubeia, hold nothing but filthy hypocrisy.”
“You are wrong, Aaravos.” Zubeia defensively replied, her tone soft yet firm, still holding her head high but Callum could see she was attempting to hold her nerve.
“Oh? Is that so?” Aaravos rapidly regained his composure from his earlier outburst, folding his arms over his chest, a smug grin gracing his blue lips, “So, you never sent assassins out to kill the King and Prince of Katolis to avenge the fall of Avizandum and Azymondias?”
Zubeia entered a guarding stance, a scornful growl fled her lips. Aaravos glared at her and continued, “And, was it not you who sent Pyrrah to the small human town in hopes they’d attack so she would retaliate?”
“It’s not the same!” She barked loudly, turning her head to the side as seemingly, Aaravos had hit a nerve, “I was grieving.”
A soft wind swept through Aaravos’ snow white hair. A hush of nothingness spread throughout the beautiful meadow they decided to consult in. A vast contrast to the emotions that stormed between them. Aaravos’ face suddenly became that of somber mourning. “Yes…familiar, is it not?”
Zubeia slowly turned her head to once again hold eye contact with Aaravos, her gaze still one of immense contempt.
Callum gasped, filling the silence that suddenly invoked the entire essence of the unbeknownst truth.
What the hell did Aaravos mean by that?
“You did nothing while Avidandum murdered thousands of innocent humans. Claiming their lives as if they were mere toys. You did nothing while the humans scraped and begged for help as they struggled to survive! Sitting on your high horse until you suddenly deemed them worthy. Where was that help all those years? And you have the audacity to call me a monster.” Callum’s throat went dry as he listened, attempting to swallow. Why did his mouth suddenly feel like paper?
What came next however, felt like it was impossible information to consume. “I’m no angel, but I’d NEVER do what you did! You used my daughter against me! You used my own flesh and blood to trap me in that God forsaken prison! A place where the ghost of her memory taunted me day in and day out! For 300 years, the echo of her voice rang in my ears as I stayed trapped in the very place I raised her in!” Wait, what was going on? And was Callum seeing this correctly…was Aaravos crying? “You can lie to yourself all you want. Pretend to be a saint. But you will PAY FOR WHAT YOU’VE DONE!”
Surely…surely Zubeia wouldn’t do something of the sort?
And wait, daughter…what did he mean by that?
Aaravos had…a daughter?
Callum looked away from the two of them for a moment to try and get a grasp of the potential truth that was at hand. Was Aaravos really a father? And a grieving one at that? Surely not right?
But those tears. Those were real tears. Not some fake tears an actor would burst into in the middle of a performance.
They were authentic droplets of distress.
Callum gripped at his temples and began massaging them for a moment, the sound of bickering still blaring in the background.
“We did what was necessary!” Zubeia loudly bellowed, stomping her ginormous foot where she stood.
The whole ground just shook a magnitude of terror in tandem with Zubeia’s defensive rage.
“Oh! Necessary! Hmm, I see.” Callum turned back to quietly face the blazing quarrel between the two, his hands firmly grasped onto the tree he settled behind. He started to notice quickly that his hands were shaking.
“So, what if I say it’s necessary right now to trap you in a forever prison where you’re forced to stare at a statue of the dead Avizandum everyday, tormenting your nightmares as you rest in an attempt to pass the time of your endless torturous imprisonment. And then feel the non-stop heartache and misery of losing Azymondias? The pain crushing your soul over and over again until you’re drowning in your own ocean of tears. Losing every essence of your mind. The very core of your heart dim and dying from the torture and agony that forever provokes you.”
The tears of Aaravos had stopped, but his eyes were full of a passionate frenzy that Callum was sure he had never seen before.
Zubeia drastically huffed, attempting to keep a cool head in a very heated argument. “Azymondias is alive and well. Your devious words cannot hurt me.”
“Yes, for the dragonling is the only reason you can stand alongside humans, isn’t it?” Aaravos stared at his nails with a smirk on his face, both his voice and his posture bleeding with a mocking sentiment.
It became obvious to Callum that Zubeia was enraged with Aaravos. The calm and collected persona she had been trying to hold onto was faltering rapidly.
“But I have to thank you! It’s thanks to you and your Archdragon and Elf friends that I learnt an important lesson.” Aaravos dramatically bowed to Zubeia, this however, was a show of sarcastic and spiteful gratitude, “A lesson where one can only rely on oneself.”
Aaravos’ gaze became cold and dark, a stark contrast to his sardonic and taunting behaviour.
“Besides, lies hide in the shadows, but the darkest truths hide in the light, don’t they Zubeia?”
Zubeia ferociously snarled at Aaravos, having seemingly reached her limit with him.
Zubeia called forth a burst of storm clouds in the sky, sending a massive, searing and crackling thunderbolt Aaravos’ way, aiming directly for his skull. Aaravos didn’t flinch and he didn’t even seem phased, nor did he look up to check how far the impending bolt of sizzling lightning was storming towards him.
He seemed focused. Calculated. Like everything was under control. Even with disastrous circumstances heading his way, he kept a cool head.
It was perfectly estimated. Masterfully done. Aaravos caught the striking lightning with two of his glistening fingers on his right hand and shot the monstrous attack with the same elegance and grace on his sparkling left hand right back at the unaware clouds, splitting them apart.
Opening up the heavens.
Aaravos was sending a message.
He was going to tear down the very skies to avenge his fallen daughter.
And anyone who stood in line with the Cosmic Order’s ways would be immediately eliminated, just as the unsuspecting clouds were.
That was his resolve.
Zubeia was clearly not ready for Aaravos to reflect the attack so flawlessly even though she was very much aware of his extraordinary power. Her face seething with rage but also immense terror.
“What will you do?” Zubeia roughly growled, scratching the grass below her feet and leaving a clear and obvious, frustrated mark.
“Fear not my dear Zubeia. You need not worry nor hide your beloved Azymondias…at least not yet.” He was casually playing with his soft snow white hair, the mocking nature of his character did little to diminish. “I will be staying here for a few days. There are a few things I must do.”
He released his snowy hair from his slim, sparkly fingertips and finally met Zubeia's infuriated glare once more.
“You know me, I do not lie.” He shrugged, a sneering smug grin still burning on his face before, just like that, it instantly fell, his demeanor full of nothing but bitter venom, “Not unlike some.”
That…that felt personal.
Zubeia snarled ferociously at Aaravos, a puff of smoke escaping her snout from the cosmic fury she possessed at this very moment, “Why taunt me so much? Why not just kill me?”
Aaravos chuckled sardonically, his glittery blue arms which illuminated under the moonlight folding over one another. A sly grin painting his blue lips, “My, my, so eager to join Avizandum. Don’t worry dear Zubeia, I will help you reunite you with your mate in time. But not yet. I need you alive for now.”
It was magic unlike Callum had ever seen before. Aaravos’ eyes lit up a majestic, ethereal pearlescent colour and before his very eyes, two chessboards materialized, each mirroring each other. However, a small one belonged to Aaravos who had full control over it, and a larger one was in full view of Zubeia who had no say in what happened on the board.
Aaravos’ eyes had returned to that of their golden halos, but the situation was far from angelic. On the chessboard, a chess figure of Zubeia formed, the Queen piece if you will. Surrounding her, pawns. Just pawns. No other type of piece dared stand next to the Queen after all.
“You have been quite good at playing in our little game, Zubeia. Your deceptive tricks were quite remarkable.” Aaravos’ expression changed to that of one that resembled a Cheshire Cat, enjoying every moment of toying with a wrathful Zubeia.
“But even with that little 300 year set back in that room of relentless agony, I have been playing a winning game for centuries.” That devious grin refused to leave Aaravos’ smooth blue lips. With his left finger, he leisurely poked the Queen Zubeia chess piece until it was in the center of the board, away from the other pawns.
Zubeia held Aaravos’ devious watchful gaze, a gruff rumble escaping her lips. Aaravos chuckled as he looked at the board before him and pondered a moment, as if he were contemplating a play.
But in the next breath, his eyes once again lit up their luminescent pearl colour, radiating in the moonlight and smashing every pawn on the chess board with magic.
No words spoken. No words needed to be said. His actions spoke louder than any words could.
“Besides, we all know what happens in chess when the Queen is left unprotected.” Aaravos continued, his eyes continuing to stay their shimmering white colour, holding his glittering blue hands close together as if he was forming something.
And he was.
Within his hands, a new chess piece took shape. But this time it was…wait…was that? Was that another Startouch Elf? It wasn’t Aaravos, that’s for sure. It was another man, but he had a beard and he appeared much older. Why would Aaravos create a Startouch Elf piece?
Aaravos set the new figure down onto the board, a look of disgust appearing on his face as he gazed at it. Zubeia’s eyes were wide as if she were aware of what was suddenly going on.
If only Callum had the same information.
With a fair bit of hesitance, Aaravos picked up the Startouch Elf figure once more and firstly put the figure behind the Queen Zubeia piece for a moment. He gestured his hands to show the board state, frantically grinning as he did so.
Finally, he moved the Startouch Elf's chess piece over Zubeia’s whose statue smashed as he did so, following him crushing the Startouch Elf's figure in his very shimmering hand. A menacing giggle leaving Aaravos’ lips as he dispersed the chess board afterwards.
“Checkmate.”
Zubeia ruthlessly boomed at Aaravos who was just standing there, holding Zubeia’s wrathful eye contact, resting his glistening blue hand smugly on his hip. The reminiscence of the chess board made from Moon Magic still dancing around in the moonlight, accompanied by the swaying of Aaravos’ white, velvet hair. His eyes returning to their syrup golden yellow, brightly burning within the light of the moon.
Aaravos was relishing in every moment of the fact he had one up on Zubeia in this moment in time.
Zubeia leaned in towards Aaravos, bearing her large, sharp teeth, ready to take a huge chunk out of his mortal vessel. Aaravos cheekily wiggled his finger at her "Nu-uh-uh" and teleported further back so Zubeia’s attempt at an attack would miss.
Zubeia sharply huffed, stomping her large foot to the ground once again before flying high in the sky, clearly having admitted defeat.
Aaravos watched as his former friend turned enemy left their domain, leaving him in isolation with just the flowers of the solitary meadow. Suddenly, his demeanor seemed to have drastically changed. It was almost as if he was…brooding. Depressed.
He turned his attention to the South Star, gazing at her bright and beautiful glory before he spoke, his words almost coming out like a whisper in the quiet of the night. “I promise I will keep my solemn oath to you, Leola.” He gently held his hands to his chest, closing his eyes before repeating again, “I promise.”
Wait, Leola?
The Elves call the South Star Leola's Last Wish.
Could it be that Leola...was Aaravos' daughter?
There was so much to unpack in such a short moment in time.
Plus, Callum couldn't help but also wonder something else about the mysterious Aaravos.
Who was he really? Was the person Aaravos perceived to others an act? A mask?
From what he had interpreted from the conversation, Aaravos was a father and a grieving one at that.
The way he spoke to the star...no, Leola...things were starting to make too much sense.
And did Zubeia really do as Aaravos said she did? Callum just…couldn’t believe she would. He had to make sure.
But he wasn’t sure he was ready for the answer.
And Callum did. He did find out. It had all been true. To say Callum was heartbroken was an understatement.
It was hard to know who to trust anymore.
It got Callum thinking though, if he could get through to Aaravos, not only would he save the world, he would save a shattered man from a millennia's worth of pain and depression.
He could solve their fighting without, well…fighting.
Besides, Aaravos was a man who was so heartbroken, that his own heart had literally died. That’s a level of grief that was beyond hard to fathom.
Callum had to try and get through to him. Solve this peacefully. There’s no need for them to be enemies.
There was no need for violence.
And so, now you’re all caught up. Well, sort of. Callum wasn’t stupid, he was aware that Aaravos would not talk to him unless Callum gave him some reason to assure him that he would not be tricked. After all, from what Callum had seen and heard, quite frankly, it was understandable. Besides, those who Aaravos considered to be close friends, some like family, turned on him in the blink of an eye, trapping him in a prison of which its contents can only be described as evil.
Therefore, he required assistance of the Moonshadow Elf kind. The request he had asked however, Rayla had immediately refused.
“Absolutely not!”
“You must be out of your mind!”
“Stay away from him!”
Those were just a few examples of the ways in which Rayla drastically yelled at him in an attempt to protect Callum from his own insane mind.
But was it insane to try and help someone who has been suffering for longer then anyone had been alive?
And so, he needed the help of Runaan, who would most likely forbid him if he had asked him upfront for this favour. No, he had to be smart about this.
So, he used a different tactic and asked him in a roundabout way, avoiding the name "Aaravos" and simply trying to convince Runaan that he was trying to help a heavily depressed friend who would not talk to him without some immense convincing. Which, wasn't necessarily a lie. There was a little hesitation, but Runaan eventually agreed.
He had succeeded.
Now, Callum found himself trekking and trekking and trekking, the grass swaying softly beneath his boots in the calm illumination of the moonlight.
He held his trusty sketchbook close, attempting to calm the nerves that threatened to swallow him whole.
Callum was scared. Shaken. Desperate.
But you know what?
At his core, so was Aaravos.
It was something they had in common.
As Callum trudged closer to the forest, he looked up from his thoughts. He could see him, placidly levitating crossed-legged beside a lonely stump of a tree, its life cut down too soon.
It almost felt poetic.
Upon further inspection, his hands were clasped neatly together and there were small tufts of will-o-wisps surrounding him, luminously accentuating the very sparkles that glistened on his shimmering cosmic body. His golden eyes were closed but they weren’t shut tight. It appeared as if he was…praying?
Callum approached him with slow, careful steps, as if to not startle him. He could hear him, gently talking to himself. No, rather talking to the bright, brilliant star that shimmered like a crystal in the sky.
The angle he was calmly floating in, it was directly in line with the South Star.
No. Leola’s Last Wish.
“It has been many years since we have seen each other, Unicorn, but I love you all the same. Your smile still is as bright in my memory as it was back then.”
Aaravos slowly breathed in, a depressed sigh releasing out into the chill of the moonlit night. Even in his prayer-like state, his subdued emotions could be felt dripping from him. It was…sad.
“Even though my heart is hollow and no longer exists, I still hold you dear within my very soul. You mean the Universe to me and…”
Snap!
Crap. Callum had accidentally stepped on a twig and the loud sound of it snapping in two did not go unnoticed by Aaravos’ sensitive senses.
Aaravos’ ears twitched in alarm and immediately departed from his Zen-like praying state, instantly bouncing to his feet in an offensive stance.
Aaravos forthwith met eye contact with Callum and Callum there and then knew he was in great peril. Those small floating balls of will-o-wisps erupted into giant fiery spheres of flames and they were about to be directed straight at Callum.
He had to say something real soon or he would end up like that fried cloud from the other day!
“Woah, woah, woah, hey! Wait!” Callum swiftly raised his hands in a defensive surrendering position, attempting to show to Aaravos that he was not a threat. That he was not here to cause any trouble.
And almost as rapidly, Callum pulled down the side of his right sleeve to reveal a binding. But not just any binding, a Moonshadow binding.
“I’m not here to fight, I just want to talk.” Callum nimbly finished walking up to the destination Aaravos was firmly standing in, being sure to avoid the fiery floating orbs of destruction.
Aaravos cautiously stepped back, a scowl appeared on his face under the bangs of his soft snow white hair, “I’ve fallen for such schemes before. I’m not falling for a trick like that again.”
“It’s no trick, I promise! See this binding here? It’s cast so if I trick you in any shape or form, I will instantly die a really brutal and horrible death and then suffer for all eternity.” Callum chuckled ironically, and well, a little from nerves. “No one wants to suffer for all eternity.” He found himself scratching the back of his neck from the tense feeling that was present in this very situation.
Aaravos was not amused.
Aaravos' eyes however, did light up an awe inspiring pearlescent colour as he focused on the binding. Sparks of different colours swirled around the binding as Aaravos cast over the accessory questioningly.
Was he perhaps, seeing if Callum was telling the truth?
His eyes returned to their regular bright, golden rings atop a black background after a moment, but his face was still that of a death stare frown. If Callum wasn’t so determined to do what he needed to do, he would have turned around and ran there and then. That glare could send one to the depths of hell by itself.
The blazing wisps of fire however, were distinguished to ashes around him. Aaravos was slightly letting down his guard, but only by a minuscule inch.
It seems he was prepared to listen to him.
Callum needed to tread carefully.
“No person merely wants to talk. Everyone has an agenda.” Aaravos spoke calmly, but there was bite in those words from an experience of betrayal. Callum knew this.
“I do indeed have an agenda.” Callum swiftly admitted, finally relaxing his hands and hugging them around his chest. Butterflies were still swirling around his stomach, even if he felt slightly more at ease, but there was a feeling of tension that would not go away. You know, for obvious reasons. “I want to talk to you…about Leola.”
Callum watched as Aaravos’ expression went from a vengeful, hatred scorn to that of a soft and gentle shock in the space of a mere second.
Callum quickly reached towards his trusty sketchpad and flicked through it until… AHA! There it is.
With cautious steps, he closed the gap between himself and Aaravos and showed him the now open page of his reliable book.
Aaravos softly gasped, delicately placing his shimmering left hand on the beautiful picture Callum had drawn of Leola in all of her bright and shimmering radiance.
There was an intense ache in that gaze, but the adoration seeping out of his expression was flowing fluidly like the graceful motion of a peaceful river and somehow still like a bark of a tree standing lonely within an isolated forest.
What is going through your mind right now, Aaravos?
“Why don’t you take it?” Callum asked Aaravos softly, nodding at him, letting him know he trusted him enough to take the picture out from his sketchbook and return it to him unscathed.
Callum would be lying if he said he didn’t feel a twinge of unease at the idea that he was putting faith in someone he in some ways, still feared. But if he was going to get through to him, help him, this was the first stepping stone he needed to cross.
Aaravos gently took Callum’s sketchpad into his twinkling blue hands and carefully took the page containing Leola’s drawing out, ripping it from the root of the book as carefully as possible. After staring at the sketch for a few more beats, the wind calmly passing through his velvet, frosted hair as he gazed, he softly handed the sketchbook back to Callum.
”Thank you. I appreciate it.” Aaravos absentmindedly ran his blue thumb softly over the sketch of Leola, still refusing to take his golden eyes off of it. Callum could tell he really meant each and every one of those words of gratitude “Though how did you find out about Leola?”
Aaravos didn’t look up to meet Callum’s green eyes, but there was genuine curiosity piqued that in his question. Callum had never thought he’d see this side of Aaravos.
He had his guard down.
From what he’d seen, any other person would have acted on this, taken advantage of this, but not Callum. He understood that Aaravos had been through enough pain and anguish.
“I went to your old house and used Historia Viventum after overhearing your conversation with Zubeia the other day.” Callum admitted, feeling those nerves well up even more. He had no idea how Aaravos would react to the idea of him eavesdropping on such an emotional conversation, but to his surprise, Aaravos simply looked up to finally meet his eyes and nodded. Callum decided this was a good point to continue, he found his courage was starting to increase for the first time in this chilly, half moon night, “I saw everything…including her trial. It was beyond awful.” Callum felt like he was at a loss for words, but he needed to find them if he were to help the lost man before him.
It felt fitting that they were in a forest beside a meadow honestly. It was like Aaravos was lost in a never-ending nightmare in the deep dark of the woods that would relentlessly swallow him up at any minute. But Callum wanted to draw him into the light of the meadow, surrounded by colourful flowers and a calming bracing breeze that would finally set him free.
“You and Leola were so happy! Your bond was so beautiful.” Callum held his eye contact, with his next words, he wanted him to know he really meant them, because they really were true, “You were an amazing dad, Aaravos.”
Aaravos swiftly charged his gaze downwards, back towards the picture Callum had drawn of Leola, his crystal white hair falling over his face. Callum moved position to try and get a sneaky peak at his expression and was…was Aaravos welling up?
“What do you want from me?” There was unfeigned pain in those hushed words. The brilliant stars on his body were glimmering in the dark of the night, but a few of them seemed to be going out one by one from his profound inner grief.
“I simply want to understand you. That’s all.” Callum’s words were that of truth. He wanted to be able to understand the aching that corrupted Aaravos’ vacant heart.
“There is nothing to understand. I wish for nothing but to take vengeance for my daughter. For the monsters that took her to finally get a taste of their own medicine. Get a taste of their own order. And for their followers to meet deliverance, or face the consequences of following the plague that burdens the very fabric of this world.” Aaravos’ face was once again infected with hate and malice.
The soothing breeze ruffled through both of their hair, its calming aroma almost doing a 1-80 on the atmosphere and therefore, his demeanor turned to that of a gentle soaring cloud again, “I want to see that my daughter’s last wish is seen through and…” Aaravos fell as silent as the moonlit woods that surrounded them in the dead of night, slowly closing his eyes for a beat before reopening them, holding the drawing of Leola close to his hollow chest.
“And?” Callum held Aaravos’ intense eye contact. The emotions that suddenly filled Aaravos' sorrowful nostalgic gaze made Callum’s heart feel like it just sank right to the bottom of the ocean…and that it could never be filled out again.
“...I wish to see my daughter again.” Aaravos finally admitted, his voice as hushed as the quiet dark forest surrounding them.
“I know it’s hard losing someone you really care about. But you don’t have to do this alone anymore. I can help you!” It was a vow. If he could get through to Aaravos, he couldn’t promise that he could help him completely fix his empty, broken heart, but it would be a start.
Aaravos snapped his head to the side, a smile of irony adorning his pale blue lips, “I don’t trust anyone. The only person one can trust is oneself…and those dearest to our hearts.” Aaravos side eyed Callum, a dark, frigid edge to his gaze. “You, Mage, are no one to me.”
“It doesn’t have to be like this! You can choose a different path!” Callum excessively pleaded. He meant it, he really wanted to help him. To be there for him. They could work together to make the world a better place.
”If I don’t stand up to those who taint the world by deciding their version of Order, they will continue to do to others what they did to my daughter. The cycle will continue and it will never end. I intend to be reunited with Leola one day but she must be avenged.”
Aaravos’ resolve was too strong. He was not going to budge no matter what.
But the depressing part was, he also had a point.
“...Do you think those monsters deserve to get away with murdering Leola for showing compassion to humans? For selflessness?”
“No.” Callum shook his head vigorously and he clutched his hand tight to his chest. “And you didn’t deserve this suffering either. Please, we don’t have to be enemies!”
“I have no qualms with you or your brother, but get in my way and it will be a far different story.” A sinister glare boiled in Aaravos’ expression, his fists clenched up tight, almost turning the stars on his hands colourless.
Callum knew there and then that all his efforts were futile.
Aaravos briskly teleported out where he stood, dispersing into many twinkling fragments of beautiful, purple stardust, the picture of Leola in toe.
The only thing accompanying Callum now was the snowy owl that stared at him from the tree above, slightly hidden by the evergreen leaves tainted in shadows.
Hoo-Hoo. Hoo-Hoo.
With the current state of the way Callum was feeling, even the relaxing chime of his feathered acquaintance here was really bothering him.
He had failed.
The Moonshadow binding hurriedly unclasped from his wrist and fell to the tranquil, swaying grass below him. It felt like added salt in the wound. This binding had been struck down just as his resolve of helping Aaravos seeing the light had been.
Callum slowly bent down to the softly waving grass and picked up the binding that had previously made residence on his wrist.
Callum stared at the peculiar magical accessory. Callum had kept to his promise of not tricking Aaravos and therefore the binding would not restrict him like a snake readying to devour its prey but somehow he thought that would be less painful then what he was feeling inside.
“GAH!” He mercilessly threw the dumb accessory to the side, feeding it to the shrubs and bushes.
Callum put his hands to his face as he could feel them, the waterfall of tears beginning to fall down from his regretful green eyes. He fell to his knees as they gave way, surrendering to the harsh reality that had mercilessly struck him.
He had failed.
He could not get through to Aaravos.
What did this mean for the world?
…What did this mean for Aaravos himself?
Callum didn’t know anything anymore.