Ok dumb headcanon but please dear god make it canon: whenever Aaravos is genuinely happy he covers his mouth when he emotes and Callum knows he does this therefore he can tell if Aaravos is being himself or he's being forced to put on a charming allure and I fucking love that for them. Nobody understands my master more than I do ✍(◔◡◔) moment
Callum: I would make all the silly faces in the world if it means I'd get to see you laugh sincerely every time.
and yes they're all done by Callum cause the only hairstyle this man has ever rocked differently by himself was that lion mane about 300 years ago... You all know what I'm talking about...
--also yes all the bows in these are actually Callum's scraft (already cleaned of course)
Chapter summary: Left in the void alone, Heather must confront the mysterious person who is supposedly waiting for her
Prologue, Pt. 1, Pt. 2, Pt. 3 , Pt. 4, Pt. 5, Pt. 6 , Pt. 7, Pt. 8, Pt. 9, Pt. 10, Pt. 11, Pt. 12, Pt. 13, Pt. 14, Pt. 15
The figures faded away, and Heather stood in silence. Her muscles relaxed; she wasn’t even aware she was so tense. Heather glanced around the dark abyss, trembling slightly as it all hit her. She had passed their test… the test she wasn’t even sure she had even the slightest chance of passing. Heather drew in a long breath and hugged herself.
“Can—,” her voice was small and shaken, “can I talk to Aaravos now?”
The abyss stayed silent and dark; there was no sign of this person. Heather sighed and walked forward, head low and arms close to her stomach. She wished she could wake up already. Tonight had been exciting enough.
Then a whoosh and a bright light came from behind her. Heather turned around, looking at the pale portal in front of her. “Hello?”
Out of the portal came a dark figure, nowhere near as tall as the most talkative member of the council., but still taller than Heather, by about a foot. Long white locks billowed behind them as they walked forward, eyes and chest glowing.
Heather squinted. “Aaravos?”
The glowing portal faded away, allowing her to get a better look at the figure heading towards her.
He smiled. “You did excellent, Heather.”
She grinned. “Heh, it’s all your training, Sparkles.” She drifted towards him. “So… are you the one they were talking about?” She reached for his hand to ensure he was actually there. To her relief, she could hold it.
He gently wrapped his cool fingers around her and, ensuring her further, a small smile slipping onto his face. Aaravos shook his head, his smile fading away. “I don’t think so.”
Heather frowned and looked around at the abyss. Who else could want to see her?
Another orb of light appeared close by and slowly lowered itself to the ‘ground’. Its light faded away to reveal another elf… but this one was very much unlike the others. They didn’t have skin that reminded Heather of the heavens. Instead, their skin was almond brown with patches of grey and stars scattered around their body. They had short, undercut, bob cut silver hair and deer-like antlers on their head. They were lean built with pointed features, looking both but neither masculine nor feminine.
Heather peered at them and unconsciously reached for her facial markings. Theirs were very similar to hers. “Who… are you?”
They chuckled and looked at Aaravos. “Care to tell her, Master?”
Heather looked back at him, still holding his hand. She frowned. In none of his memoirs, had she found any mention of an apprentice.
Aaravos stare silently at the young elf. For the first time, Heather saw him stunned.
They came closer, a smile on their face. “It’s good to see you too, Father.”
Heather’s frown deepened. This was getting more convoluted by the second. This elf was revealing so much so quickly.
Aaravos released her hand and placed his hand on the mystery elf’s cheek, smiling down at them. “I thought I lost you, Elluin.”
They smiled, a tear rolling down their face. “You could never lose me.” Elluin looked at Heather. “not while she’s around.” They wiped away their tears and moved over to stand in front of Heather.
She glanced from them to Aaravos and wiped away his own stray tear. “So… who are you?”
They chuckled. “I am Elluin. And I was you in your past life. I am also the one who deliver you your prophecy.” They rolled their eyes.
Heather barked a laugh. “Exactly.”
Elluin smiled. “Shall we get started? And I’ll explain everything.”
*~*~*~*
Heather sat up groggily, morning sunshine blinding her as it poured into her eyes like burning lava. She groaned, glancing around the sun washed teal room. The night hadn’t seemed real, yet she could remember everything but her prophecy. She sighed, getting off out of the shallow pool of water, her gold and black outfit bone dry. She hummed and stepped out onto the steps, her bare feet warmed by the sun-touched tiles.
She opened the door of the room and walked down the long corridor. For a long moment, she was mesmerized, caught up in a web of her own thoughts. She had been destined to meet Aaravos? Heather found it hard to believe. She wound her way through his vast home, making her way down to the small kitchen and living area of his gigantic house.
He had mentioned that the tiny room was the heart of the house, where Aaravos had some of his greatest moments. At the time, Heather thought he meant achievements, but now she knew it had something to do with Elluin.
Heather entered the small kitchen, looking out at the large glass window that overlooked the Midnight Desert and Lux Aurea in the distance. She hopped up onto the violet stool by the obsidian counter, attempting to grasp what had happened last night. She stared at the black counter top as she thought, not noticing Aaravos walking in after her.
He rested a hand on her shoulder. “Good morning, Heather.”
“Morning,” she mumbled, coming out of her thoughts.
He smirked, tracing his hand over part of her she didn’t quite recognise.
Heather’s heart leapt, and she spun off the stool. Aaravos barely moved out of the way in time, and she spun around. On her back were a set of large wings, with the same ombre of indigo to yellow as her arms. She stretched them out, getting a long look at their glittering beauty. But they weren’t just glittering in the sun… they were twinkling with stars. Heather froze, her silver eyes narrowing. She looked at her hands. Stars were scattered across her skin. She took a quick peek down at her top. A small, white symbol of the star arcanum was embedded in her skin, high on her chest.
A muffled squeal escaped Heather as he spun around to face Aaravos. She chuckled madly and hopped on the spot. She dove into a hug, wrapping her arms around Aaravos. “Thank you,” Heather whispered.
Aaravos looked down at her, a soft smile on his face. He placed the bundle of clothing on the counter. “No, thank you, Heather.” He gently hugged her back. They stood there for a while, in each other’s embrace.
She slowly released him, stepping away with a broad smile. Her gaze drifted over to the bundle of clothing. She stepped forward, eyeing it curiously. “These are the garments you’ve been working on at night.” She observed.
Aaravos frowned. “Yes, they are.” He placed a silvery hand on top of the pile. “They’re for you.”
Heather glanced from him to the garments. “For me?”
He inclined his head. “I made them for when you passed your test, so you’d have clothes that suited you.”
Heat rushed to her cheeks. “Thanks, Sparkles.” She picked up the clothes. “Lets try them on, I guess.” She scuttled away with the bundle, leaving Aaravos standing in the room on his own. He reached for his sewing things, finishing a piece of embroidery.
When Heather returned, a figure-hugging black and purple tunic-length vest hung on her body. A small window was cut out for her star to shine through, and its core held an overlapping pointed design. Her leggings ended at her foot, allowing her feet to touch the ground. She presumed it was for her mimicking.
Heather spun around. “I love it!” she hissed. She then reached for the last piece of clothing. A cloak. It was the same black design as Aaravos’ with a silver accent to match her eyes. On the pointed hood were the symbols of the sun and sky arcana. She threw it on, liking that it ended above the knee for swift movement. She squealed again. “we’ll be a matching master and apprentice duo.” She grinned.
Aaravos chuckled, turning around. “That we can. But I have one more thing for you, Heather.” He drew a rune, something long and silver appearing in his hands. As he turned around, Heather got a better look at the long object. It was a slender pole with a large silver ring at one end. Between the ring and the tip of the pole, a large stone was embedded. In the ring were five other stones. Each one shone a different colour; one yellow, one teal, another deep blue, one emerald green, another pale blue, and the centre one was a shimmering lilac.
“I present to you the Apprentice Archmage’s staff.” He held it out to her. “For my apprentice.”
Heather smiled, taking the staff from him gently, getting used to its feel. “Thank you, Master.”
~The End~
There was supposed to be an epilogue, but it had no real purpose in the story and unfortunately I’m rather stuck for time. Thank you for sticking around and seeing the end of the book. If you would like to see the continuation, its first chapter is up, titled His Home. it won’t revolve very much about any of the canon Dragon Prince characters, it’s just set in the Dragon Prince universe. Thank you all so much for getting me 2,000 reads on this story. I will edit it sometime later this year or mid next year, depending on how life goes for me. Thanks again!
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