We don't know really anything about Aaravos except he's a celestial and he conspired a whole war. This story is about Aaravos's backstory. Why did he do it? How did he become so powerful? What it felt like being imprisoned. It even reveals his persp...
I arrived at the meeting place of the dragons. They were as tall as mountains. I land in the middle. I can feel the animosity, the hate, on my skin. I see some glaring at me. They fear me, is my thought. I am powerful. They fear it.
"Stand before us Aaravos." Thunder said.
I nod. I walk forward to the circle. All eyes were on me. Even Soul Regan was here, which is surprising. Since when does he come see me? He hates me. I know it.
"What's all this for?" I ask.
"Your power is growing." Luna Tenebris said.
"Yeah. I feel it." I say.
It was growing. It always grows. I'm already a master of the six primal sources, well not a master yet, but close enough.
"As power grows it will be harder to control." Zubeia said.
I nod. It is hard. Everyday I feel it growing. Everyday I feel it burning inside me. Two elves came with a box. They opened it. Inside was a staff.
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I took it. It was smooth. This staff I've heard about it. It's very powerful. Why would mother give me this? It's way to powerful for me. Yet it feels... right. I move the staff around. I smile at Mom, she smiles back.
"Now you will learn how to be a great mage." Luna Tenebris said.
A sky elf flew down. He looks as old as Mom. He had a big, long beard. His horns were cracked. I look at him and then look back at Mom.
"The mage Arestro will teach you. You will be great Aaravos." Luna Tenebris smiled.
Arestro put his hand on my shoulder. He smiled at me. I smile back.
