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.

Aaravos wraps himself around the tiny spark. He burns bright to pass some of his light over to the soul of the Ninnither. Keep fighting, he thinks. Keep fighting. He keeps it up until the Ninnither burns a little brighter, then lets himself fall back into his own body.

When his eyes open, he feels tears running down his cheek. Odd, he thinks.

"Aaravos?" Tienk asks, gripping onto the fabric of his shirt a little tighter, her voice unusually quiet.

"We must move fast," Aaravos decides. He runs a hand down the Ninnither's cheek, the same faint white covering his palm. The Ninnither stirs and Aaravos yanks his hand back and pushes Tienk behind him. He curses when the Ninnither's ears perk at the sound of her jingling.

Its eyes shoot open, pupils as thin as a needle. It growls, lunging forward, dragging its claws across Aaravos' face in an upward stroke. Instead of the blood, it was expecting, splinters flew off of Aaravos' face and four deep gashes remained in his cheek. Aaravos grimaces, the gashes already filling back in as his hand glows before it slammed into the Ninnither's head. It goes limp immediately, hand falling from behind him and gripping something tightly.

"What did you do!?" Tienk cried, jumping out from behind Aaravos.

"Sleeping charm. I didn't harm it," Aaravos almost growled. Then, he grabs the Ninither's arm and hauls it up, kicking away an oversized syringe, and carrying its weight along with him.

Despite his displeasure with the Ninnither, it has been a long time since Aaravos had moved with such urgency in his steps.

Chapter 2

A Fleeing Light

Ashivon stumbles over a protruding root, almost falling face-first onto the ground. His heavy breaths mix with the shuffling leaves and heavy footfall. He can see his breath. It's cold. He hasn't felt the cold in so long.

His hand grips at an open wound spilling blood from his arms and his chest. His hand comes back bloodied and sticky. His tail flicks behind as he pauses, ears pricking up. It's a little hard to hear when the loudest thing is his breathing and his heart in his ears, but Ashivon still hears heavy footfall after him, so he pushes on. Darts whiz past his body, full of something to knock him out he's sure. They land in the trees and shrubbery, embedding themselves into the organic matter. Ashivon takes one for good measure.

He doesn't know how far he's gone. He doesn't know how far he needs to go. His legs ache. His throat burns. This will never end.

Am I dead? Ashivon thinks. His body feels light. It's so odd when compared to the weight of the shackles he felt so used to dragging around with him. He feels weak. He's so tired.

It wouldn't be wrong of me to rest now, would it? He thinks. The darkness feels so comforting. He feels ready to let go. He's content without seeing the sun. He's seen the stars and the moon, even though he was running. He still saw them. Their light still shone down on him.

He feels faint.

In the distance, a flash of light catches Ashivon's eye. It flashes, again and again, the light nearly blinding.

It reminds Ashivon of the sun.

Oh, how he missed the sun, but he's okay without seeing it. He's tired, and now he just wants to be free. He tries to give his own flash of his light as a goodbye, but it's so hard. The best he can manage is a tiny pulse, nothing compared to the sun. He expects nothing back, but he was wrong.

The sun rushes over to him, wrapping Ashivon in its light. Flashing. Encouraging. Keep fighting, it whispers. Keep fighting.

Ashivon feels a little brighter. A little stronger. A little more hopeful. He shows his light with the sun. He wants to see it again. He wants to be free again. He doesn't want to give up anymore. He wants to fight.

He awakens with the sun on his face. The sun. It feels good against the dark fur running down his back. It helps to dull the pain coursing through his body. His ears flicker to shoo away some bugs, and that's when he hears someone--something stumble back. His eyes shot open.

The first thing he sees is a large figure looming over him. In his panicked state, his immediate instinct is to fight, to get away. He lashes out, baring his teeth and reaching back for the dart he grabbed last night. He panics when his attack seems to have no effect. Not even a flinch. He almost missed the glowing palm being slammed into the side of his head.

Chapter 3

Kindling the Fire

Ashivon woke to the feeling of a damp cloth being pressed to his face and a low voice singing a song in an unfamiliar language. The sensations were calming enough to lull him out of sleep peacefully. Ashivon's eyes twitch and he groans, suddenly aware of how much his body hurt.

The cloth pulls away and the singing comes to a stop. Ashivon opens his eyes and is greeted with a familiar, large, figure. He glanced around the man and then himself, noticing his entire chest was covered in bandages. Ashivon let out a harsh breath, moving to support himself up on his elbows.

"I recommend you don't do that," the man offers, the slightest hint of displeasure in his voice. "It may reopen your wounds, and it took a long time to get them to stop bleeding."

The man gets up, taking a bowl full of bloodied water with him. Ashivon has to crane his neck to keep his eyes fixed on the man's head. Parts of his face were shrouded by the long white hair seeming to flow down his back, a little pooling at his shoulders. When he returned Ashivon noticed that his skin resembled wood, although the details were very small and faint. Ashivon felt a little surprised. All the original forest dwellers were supposed to be extinct.

Ashivon was about to ask for the man's name, but just then, a small goblin scurried down the stairs, her loud steps amplified by the various bells wrapped around her. "Aaravos! I got-I got the herbs--hey, it's awake!"

She ran over to the window seat Ashivon was situated on, hoisting herself up with her arms and putting her face in Ashivon's.

"Hello! I'm Tienk!"

"Uh, Ashivon."

The goblin looked like she was about to say more, but the man, who Ashivon assumed was Aaravos, cut her off. "Come, Tienk. I will require your assistance. You can ask questions later." He motioned for her to follow, and then promptly walked deeper into the house.

Tienk hung back, rocking on her feet, looking to Ashivon. "You're very lucky, you know. Aaravos doesn't even sing for me anymore." Then she ran after him.

Once they both disappeared completely Ashivon deflated. His ears flicked and his tail swayed. Ashivon was sure that if either of the two wanted him dead, he would have been so already. Ashivon looked over his shoulder. Sun poured in through the window behind him. Everything was warm and bright, but Ashivon was sure it was freezing the night before.

Aaravos then dragged his tired gaze across the room. It seemed t be an open cottage of sorts, the only secluded rooms deeper down the direction Aaravos and Tienk had gone. Everything was given a golden glow, making normal appliances appear even more homey and peaceful than they already were. Potted plants lined shelves on the wall, all growing in various directions and shapes. There were even plants lining the bottom of the window.

The warmth felt nice against his worn body. His eyes felt heavy. He didn't want to sleep, but it was so tempting. Against her better judgment, Ashvon's eyes fell closed.

Ashivon spent the next several days on Ashivon's and Tienk's window seat. The days after that were spent hobbling around the house, Aaravos insisting that Ashivon needed to move around to keep his body in shape, and Tienk all too eager to show him everything she had to offer.

Currently, she was enthusiastically showing Ashivon her seashell collection. She looked so happy, but ashivon couldn't help but wonder, "Where did you get all these? We aren't anywhere near the sea."

Chapter 9

A Few New Guides

Aaravos and Ashivon discussed the details of their journey with Davi and Lillis after they had agreed to accompany the group. They all collectively decided to leave the next morning, as it was already getting dark. They parted ways, both parties going to complete any final work that needed to be done.

Aaravos and Ashivon returned to the hostel they were staying, greeted by Tienk who was still huddled close to the fire.

"Hey! Any luck?" She asked, her voice muffled by the layers of blankets.

"We met two travelers who know the area quite well. They have agreed to accompany us up the mountain. With payment, of course, but that is to be expected. We're leaving tomorrow," Aaravos replied, shrugging off his coat.

"It was warmer today," Ashivon offered at the sight of Tienk scowling at the snow outside. "I'm sure the snow will be gone in no time."

Tienk sighs, shuffling out of her blanket nest a little. She looks out the window with a hard glare and was satisfied when she saw water dripping down from the melting snow.

Ashivon moved to join Tienk, making idle conversation as Aaravosshuffled around their few belongings. Now that is was becoming warmer Ashivon will probably be able to hunt if it comes down to it. He's proven himself capable time and time again, and Aaravos is sure that Davi and Lillis will come prepared as well. He tries now to no longer let his mind swim in the countless ways things could go wrong. Of course, it could always snow again and put Tienk in even more danger. He should have thought of that before leaving their nook of the woods. But it's been so long since they've been out of weather that wasn't ideal for her. His spells always made the area warm and sunny, he'd almost forgotten about how the cold harms Tienk.

Well, there was no time to dwell on it now. What's done is done.

The morning couldn't come quick enough. Ashivon has never seen Aaravos so anxious. While he appeared calm, his tail had been swishing and flicking since daybreak. Davi had said that she would collect them at the hostel entrance, so he had been staring out the window all morning. His thumb was rubbing over a seashell, which had an obvious smooth patch where it had been worn down. (WIP)