The Return of Avizandum

Aaravos

"So if we revive Thunder, there's a chance he'll destroy us? But there's also a chance there will be peace?" Ezran asked.

"But, the chance of peace is going to be low. Maybe 10% that there's going to be peace and 90% that the war will continue," Ethari replied.

"Woah, so should we revive him?" Callum asked.

"Well, if we want to risk it. Then yes," Ibis replied.

"Should we risk it?" Rayla asked.

"Yes," Ezran said confidently.

"Um. Sure. Okay. Let's risk it." Callum stumbled. 

"Well, let's start searching," Lujanne said, looking at the selves of books.

"Okay. Lujanne and Ibis, you can look at those columns. Rayla you look at those, Ethari you can help Rayla. Ezran you're with me. We have a long way to go," Callum said.

"Um... Ibis?"Callum stopped the SkyWing elf to go to his columns.

"How may I help you?"

"I was wondering... do you know who Aaravos is?"

The smile Ibis had on his face flickered. "What do you want to know about him?"

"Well, you see. This cube here is called 'the Key of Aaravos' and whenever I saw the name on books, the texts disappeared."

"I'm afraid I cannot help you."

"Please?" Callum put on his puppy-eyes.

"No. Maybe ask the others."

"Fine." Callum sighed in defeat.

"Hey Lujanne? Do you know who Aaravos is?" Callum asked the mage.

"N-no.I'm afraid not. Why do you want to know about him?" Lujanne nearly dropped the stack of books.

"Well, you see. I want to learn more about elves."

"But why Aaravos?"

"The cube is called 'the Key of Aaravos' so I was wondering."

"Ask the other elves. But I warn you. The answer you seek may not be the one you expect."

"Uh, what does that mean?"

"Nothing."

"Ethari. I need your help," Callum begged.

"How may I help you?"

"Don't give me the answer 'I don't know. Ask the other elves' but who's Aaravos?"

"I'm af-" Callum cut him off.

"I don't want to hear 'I'm afraid I cannot help you'"

"I just can't."

"Please! I beg you! Can you please answer me?"

"Fine..."

"Really?! Thanks!"

Ethari sighed. "I don't know that much about him. But I heard a poem about him before. It's called 'The Midnight Star' ."

"Do you remember it? Can you retell it to me?" Callum asked hopefully.

"I suppose. 

Elarion, seeds trembling

Lying on the ground on an icy night.

And in the cold

[She] withdrew her roots

Challenging the sting of the deadly winter.

Elarion, and her blooming flower,

afraid of wilting, darkness and death,

Had searched the dark

For a spark

And so the eyes of the hungry dragon flared.

Elarion, the frightened foundling

Stretched her white branches towards the night.

Asking the stars,

To receive her light,

And to stop the fire of the raging dragon.

Elarion, in a heavy rest,

cried while the stars of the skies turned black

They wore their masks,

Turned their backs,

And left Elarion to die.

Elarion, as her skin struggled death,

Withered and suffered in the dark,

Until the last star,

Reached out from far away

Its touch: a fire, a gift, a spark.

Elarion, and her blinding light,

Embraced the great black flame of night.

And when she bowed,

She declared her faith,

[He] whispered, "Aaravos," his name.

Elarion, black-eyed child,

her twisted roots spread deep and far,

The humans' might

sparked by the light

of Aaravos, her midnight star."

"What does that mean?"

"I'm not sure. But maybe Lujanne and Ibis knows."

"Oh okay. Thanks Ethari!" Callum smiled.

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For those who want to see the poem, here is it. I believe it's in Arabic: