God... what have I done? My powers are taken and everything is crumbling. The entire planet will be destroyed. My father will put me through a thousand years of torture. He'll put me through Hell.

"Here. You should eat something." Runaan holds a bowl of something.

I turn.

"What is it?" He asks.

"You don't want to know." I say.

"Aaravos please, eat. If you don't, you'll die." He says.

"That seems like a merciful fate for me." I sigh.

Runaan slides his hand down my hair. I ignore him. Death seems like mercy. If my father finds me, he'll torture me. He'll trap me. I push his hand off of me. Leave me alone. Perhaps dying is a far greater reward. I look down at my wound. I notice the bandages. I turn to Runaan. His clothes were ripped.

"Did you..." I start.

He kisses me surprisingly. I press my lips against him. He moves his arm up my back. I place my hand on his cheek. This feeling... I'm not used to it. This fire... this warm feeling. I have not felt anything like this for centuries. I... I like this feeling.