"Who are you?" Viren asked.
"My name would mean nothing to you." I say.
He looks into my mirror.
"Where are you?"
I pause. I look down.
"I don't know." I respond.
"Don't lie to me." Viren huffed.
"I'm not lying." I smile.
Viren sighed and began bandaging his hand.
"I found this mirror in the home of the Dragon King. It meant something to him. You meant something to him."
"Perhaps."
Viren looks at me. I can sense that he doesn't fully trust me. He shouldn't.
"Tell me what you need, and I will help you." I say.
"I need your name!" Viren yelled.
I smile. I take off my head.
"Aaravos." I say.
Viren smiles. He takes the caterpillar off his ear. He puts it into a jar. He walks away. I smile. This is going quite well. I walk out of the room. The looking glass faded.
I walk through the orchard. I pluck an apple from a tree. I bit into it. Finally, someone to talk to. For 500 years I've been alone. It would be nice to hear someone's voice again. I've waited a long time for this. But the key, he does not possess it. A prince does. A prince curious and already possesses some knowledge of magic. He is curious. He is another pawn in my chess game. He will bring the cube right to me. When the time is right.
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Hayran KurguWe 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...
