#araavos

First off, it's adorable how much of a magic nerd Callum is. He's grown so much and become so much stronger in two years

Stella is baby. She's living her best life with her cuddlemama and future cuddle papa. Speaking of, let Callum becalled a cuddlepapa by himself or Rayla next season

Zym and Ezran have grown up so much and it both breaks and warms my heart

Okay, so Rayla is a Dragonguard. Good to know.

Terry is my son now. I adopted him, he's mine.

I feel like Callum is just a little bit jealous of Stella getting love from Rayla

“The other elves saw me as a doe, but I knew. I always knew that I was a buck. I..chose the name Terrestrius.”....This line here. This line is gonna stick with me forever. I honestly didn't expect them to outright tell or show us Terry is trans but I'm so glad. That's gonna mean so much to trans kids watching this show. And the fact that Viren has no problems with it at all makes it even more special. Although Terry's wording makes me wonder if someone in his family didn't accept him.

Oh man I just read his wiki page and apparently Terry is still mid transition

I'm calling it now, that girl that figured out Araavos is Harrow and Ezran's descendant

Well, at least we know how loyal Terry is to Claudia.....someone get this poor boy a mug of hot cocoa, a blanket, a hug, and a therapist; he's earned it. He was 100% having a panic attack

"I'm gonna feel all the feelings!" THAT'S RIGHT YOU GO MY FUNKY BOY

I KNEW IT! I KNEW RAYLA'S PARENTS WERE IN THE COINS!GOD POOR RAYLA! ETHARI AND CALLUM ARE GONNA LOSE THEIR SHIT!

Hot damn, Ezran's speech combined with Ibis and Claudia fighting was powerful...that whole scene really encapsulates what the entire show is about, I think

Zubeia gets more and more badass with every episode

I wasn't expecting the chocolate tart to be brought back but it's nice that Rex Igneous liked it. Although how could he taste so much of such a little thing?

Ohhhhh wait, I just got that! Rex means king, he's KING Igneous!

Oh man I had no idea Ezran's crown is made from Harrow's sword

That possesion scene was straight up creepy, I honestly thought Callum died for a second

Speaking of creepy, I never wanna see snake Claudia again, please and thank you

I know Callum is angry at Rayla but he needs to talk to her, really. I feel like he's using the possession thing as an excuse to not talk about their relationship. Like, I do think he's genuinely shaken up by it but he's choosing to focus on that because it's easier

Soren...god, Soren has changed so much. In just 3 years, this boy has gone from picking fights with dragons and being eager to kill them to not being able to turn away from a dragon in need. He even shed his armor for her. Season 1 Soren would NEVER have done that in a million years

Another thing S1 Soren would never do is that talk with Claudia. Man, that was deep.

Also I love Soren's new look, I feel like it suits him way better than his knight armor

I dunno why I expected an out of the gate dramatic conversation when Soren found Claudia. Although I am glad we still got them having that conversation

I will say though, I do wish we got more of a reaction to Terry from Soren

Can Squeaky return next season as Soren's dragon pal? Please? he's the only one that doesn't have an animal companion

"I wanna spend the last month traveling with my daughter, the most important person in the world to me" I....it's nice that you're finally learning to not be a jackass Viren, but did you forget that you have a son??? Is Soren just chopped liver to you?

That said, I do appreciate that Viren has changed. I feel like he's definitely not gonna become immortal.

Regarding Claudia's speech about human suffering....either she's been fed TONS of propaganda by Araavos or she's taking it way too personally after all this time. Like, girl, you have an elf boyfriend, calm down

Aya is royal guard, sworn to protect King Ezran after the death of his father.

Years later, she becomes the mother hen of the group as they travel to discover Aaravos’s prison. Only, when they meet Aaravos through the looking glass, they discover something odd about Aya

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Watching as the mirror becomes illuminated is transfixing. The runes on the mirror glow as the mirror comes to life before their eyes. Before they realize it, the reflecting surface changes and a new scenery appears.

Aya stands in front of Ezran, keeping a hand on his shoulder. Her hand is gripped tightly on the sword that is resting upon her hip. The hairs at the back of her neck are standing on end as she awaits for whatever is to come.

On the other side of the mirror, it reveals some sort of room. The walls are full of shelves stacked with books. Furniture is strewn about the place.

The place almost looks homely if it isn’t the fact that it is a prison.

Everyone takes notice of the person standing in the center of the room, right in front of the mirror.

Aya feels chills run down her spine as the figure turns to look at them. The knight doesn’t know if it is knowing that the person is Aaravos, a dangerous elf. Or by how . . . beautiful he is.

His skin is a warm purple with twinkling stars. Long silver hair with horns adorning at the top of his head. Long robes that match his cosmic skin.

The sclera of his eyes are black to illuminate the golden irises. Stars dust across his nose like freckles.

The beauty of the elf takes Aya’s breath away.

Aaravos becomes aware of them and takes a step closer to the mirror to get a better look. When he gazes upon the company, noticing where he was, in the dragons’ lair. Enrage contorts his handsome face as he realizes just where he is.

Then, Aaravos raises his hand and clenches it.

Callum gasps, grasping his throat as he struggles to breathe. Everyone looks at Callum in confusion and worry as the young mage falls to his knees.

“Callum?” asked Rayla in worry.

Just before she can touch his shoulder, Callum raises his head and looks directly at the moon shadow elf. Revealing eyes blacker than coal.

Everyone takes a step back from Callum.

The hairs at the back of Aya’s neck stand on end. She can feel the dark magic coming off of Callum in waves.

Slowly, Callum rises back onto his feet as his eyes turn from black to a glowing white. Aya glances at the mirror, almost tempted to smash the looking glass in hopes of breaking whatever spell Araavos has on Callum. She takes notice of the smirk on the elf’s face, and how it is identical to the one on Callum’s lips.

Callum folds his arms behind his back and begins to circle his friends, not acting like himself. Finally, Callum—or Araavos, spoke.

“Zubeia, you haven’t aged a bit. You look as young and as ravishing . . . as the day you betrayed me.”

Araavos spoke with spite, glaring up at the dragon queen from his puppet—Callum.

“So sorry to hear of your mate’s untimely and tragic passing.” Araavos apologized, almost sounding sincere.

Then, Aaravos turns his attention on the group. For a moment, Aya thought that Aaravos was looking right at her.

“So these are the champions you’ve gathered to try and stop me?” Araavos sounds almost insulted but also amused. “They are nothing more than pathetic children!” he laughed.

Araavos walks over to Ezran, grinning at the youngest. Aya wanted to wipe the smirk from Araavos’s face, even if it meant punching Callum. (She’s still upset with the mage when he caught her dress on fire when practicing spellcasting)

“The winning child king, in over his head and he knows it.”

Ezran looks away in shame at Araavos’s words. Aya is unable to tell if it was the words or the fact that they are coming from Callum—even if it wasn’t his voice.

Araavos moves onto Rayla.

“The moon shadow assassin who . . . can this be right? Isn’t capable of killing?”

The amusement on Callum’s face matches that of the elf trapped in the mirror.

Araavos then moves to Soren.

“The failed son, who’s father wishes he’d never been born. Ouch!”

The knight shows contempt but doesn’t say anything to Araavos. Soren looks ready to punch the elf as much as Aya.

Then, Araavos’s attention turns toward Aya. Callum’s eyes squint as he tilts his head. It’s almost as if there is recognition on his face.

Callum approaches Aya, reaching out and placing his hand on her cheek. It is surprisingly cold. Aya is unable to say anything as she keeps staring at Callum—Aaravos.

“You told me many years ago that we’d see each other once again. In one lifetime or the next. Well, now is the time.” Araavos spoke, fondness in his voice. “Just wait a little longer, my star. We’ll soon be together once more.”

With that being said, the mirror shatters and the spell casted over Callum is cut off. The mage collapses but Soren catches him in time.

AND WHILE I RELATE TO THAT, IM GOING TO VIBE CHECK YOU WITH SELF-CARE. YOU MUST BE AT YOUR BEST TO BE AT YOUR WORST. SO WITH THAT IN MIND: English Breakfast, from the tea asks.

Fair warning, if the answer is “no,” I will make a second appearance. And no one likes me when I get aggressively caring for ultimately no reason other than the chaos brewing inside me.

English Breakfast: Have you eaten today?

Everything hurt. The blackness of Viren’s cell pressed in, and with no light to find the edges of things, Runaan’s pain seemed to stretch endlessly in all directions. 

Well, not all directions. The mirror that Viren had just left behind loomed large and threatening. Runaan could practically hear it sucking up the darkness. As if it weren’t dark enough already. That mirror... it refused to let Runaan ignore it.

I’m not dead enough for this. Runaan retreated from the dark cell, dropping into a meditative state. But not just any meditative state. This one drew him to his own personal sanctuary--an illusory world spun from Moon magic.

Here, Runaan stood in a cool forest glen, with his clothing, his hair cuffs, and his broken horn intact. Leaf-filtered sunlight brushed his face, the earth lay solid beneath his boots, and the breeze wove its fingers through his long white hair. He closed his eyes and breathed deeply.

Nothing could touch him here. Unless he wanted it to.

Strong, warm hands cupped his face. “I’m here, Runaan.”

Runaan leaned his forehead against his beloved tinker’s and felt his own eyes get hot. His arms slipped around the shorter elf and held him close. “I’m sorry I had to break my promise.”

Since Runaan couldn’t forgive himself for that, his illusory tinker had no response. But they stood together in the shadow-dappled glen, and Runaan took what comfort he could in the memory-laden illusion of a warm embrace woven with familiar scent.

He would stay here forever if he could.

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First of all...how dare you. I have quite a bit of guilty pleasures and I’m not sure I can think of any you don’t know already. Have I told you that I, actually, am rather fond of brussel sprouts?

Or that, perhaps, I am a bit of a-- dating-sim junkie? Except, like.......not the good ones. Y’know those kinda cheesy ads that show up on the side of Tumblr? Y’know like--

LIKE THAT ONE?

When I was in college, I had the app downloaded on my itty bitty tablet thing and I would (I shit you not) play the thing every. damn. night.

Every once in a while, when the ads roll around, I am always struck with the “Do I want to play that?” thought and HERE IS MY GUILTY PLEASURE.

MY ULTIMATE CRINGE.

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