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've tried for two hours. I can't make it storm." I sigh.
"You need energy to do it. Use more energy." Arestro persisted.
I sit down. No way I can do this. I can feel every ounce of energy slipping away. I try again. I draw the rune out.
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It wasn't right because nothing happened. I try again. I try ten times but it's the same result. It just turns into smoke. I breath. Sweat pours down my face. A little caterpillar crawled onto my skin. I look at it. I stare at it for some time. They have energy. They are life.
"What would happen if I took its energy?" I ask.
Arestro slapped me in the face hard. I fall. I spit out blood. I did not except that.
"Oh my celestial. I am so sorry. I never meant that." Arestro said helping me up.
I have no reason to be angry at him. It was a stupid question. Life is precious, I am not a killer. He put his hand on my shoulder.
"You must never go down the path of killing. It will consume your heart and your mind." Arestro said touching both those places.
I nod. I look down. He lifts my chin up. I look at him.
"Come, I think your almost as fast as me. How about a race?" He asked.
"Okay!" I yell.
I turned my arms into wings. I fly towards the sun.
