What's up guys this assignment is causing my physical pain Ashivon doesn't have a personality and chapter 3 and 9 are a mess
Chapter 1
Someone Found in the Grass
"Aaravos!" Tienk calls, grasping at the clothes around Aaravos' legs, tugging gently.
"Yes, Tienk?" He replied, collected and calm, as always.
"There's a Ninnither outside!"
The statement almost made Aaravos drop the potted plant he was holding. Ninnithers aren't supposed to anywhere near here. "What?" He asks, a certain bite to his tone.
"Outside! It's hurt, but I don't know how bad!"
Aaravos drops on his haunches to meet Tienik's eyes. "Is it unconscious, Tienik?"
"Yes."
"Take me to it."
After gathering a light jacket and a few supplies Aaravos is out the door. He ties up his hair as he walks to keep it out of his face, shrugging on the jacket. Tienk takes off after Aaravos, he being abnormally large and she being abnormally small, their strides are widely different. She runs ahead, the small trinkets that decorate her outfit jangling softly with every swift step. The bright colors help her stand out against the shrubbery, and Aaravos his never been more thankful for her impractical outfit.
It takes them all but ten minutes to reach the fallen Ninnither, just past the border of the cloaking spell Aaravos set years ago. Normally he'd be questioning Tienk on what she was doing so close to the border, but he had other matters to deal with. He dropped to his knees next to the Ninnither to truly assess the damage. Its body is littered in scars. All varying in size, length, and depth. Aaravos can only assume that this is a more... violent member of the species, judging by the amount of fights it seems to get into and walk away from. Its back is also covered in fresh wounds, the dark blood only now crusting over the countless slashes in the Ninnither's back, any cloth that may have been there now gone.
"I want you to stay back, Tienk, it may be dangerous," Aarvos warns, putting his hand out to stop the ever-approaching goblin. She grumbles but hangs back anyway.
A dim white glow covers the inside of Aaravos' hand. He hovers his hands against the back of the Ninnither, closing his eyes and clearing his mind.
"What are you doing?" Tienk asks, peering around Aaravos' back.
Aaravos huffs. "I'm looking," he replies, eyes still closed.
"Looking for what?"
"A soul, now be quiet, I need to focus and you're ruining it."
Aaravos takes a deep breath. He reaches deep within himself until he feels as if he's floating. Until the darkness behind his eyelids consumes him whole. He focuses on himself, his own being. He focuses on the soul inside him, the magic that runs through his and every other creature's veins. He focuses on the soul in the creature lying just below his hands. Then, he opens his eyes.
It's dark. The pitch-black feels inky and unfamiliar. Aaravos's body feels heavy and light at the same time, like he's floating aimlessly in oil. Aaravos feels his soul search for the one he so wishes to be there with him. He pulses light, hoping to receive a pulse back. He does it again and again, praying for a response. For a long time, there is none. Aaravos' heart sinks.
Then, in the distance, the faintest pulse Aaravos has ever seen in his many years alive, replies. A tiny spark barely holding on. Aaravos hurries to reach it, keeping up his rhythmic pulsing to encourage it to continue doing the same. When his soul meets the other he can't help but feel an overwhelming sense of sorrow.
