"Aaravos." I catch him.

I know he's gone. I know he sacrificed everything for us... or me. I grip his lifeless body. It's so cold. His marks were fading. I bite my lip to avoid crying. I pull the bandages off of him. The wound looks a lot worse. 

"Is the battle over?" A voice says.

I look up. Light reins down from the sky. I see him.

"Yes." I nod.

"Is he...?" He looks down at him.

"Yes." I say. 

"Okay." He turns.

"Okay? Is that all you have to say?" I ask.

"What do you mean?" He cocks his head.

"He's your son." I say.

"He's one of my creations, yes." He says.

"He's your son!" I yell.

"What is your point mortal?" He asks.

"My point is, he died for you! You never cared! You think of us all as failures! He's more capable than you could ever imagine!" I yell.

"Your words do not fall on deaf ears; I've been watching you two all this time." He bends down.

He touches Aaravos and a light glows on his chest. My eyes widen.

<--->  <--->  <--->

I wake up slowly. What....? What happened? I remember sinking. I remember darkness. Runaan was above me looking down on me. I'm not dead? Why am I not dead? I'm not complaining or anything but did the spell not kill me? My wounds... they're healed?

"Good morning, my son." Father looks down at me.

I get up in a startle. I come to my knees.

"Father, I can-" I start.

"Shhh. No need." He offers me his hand.

I take it. He pulls me up.

"I owe you an apology." He lifts my head up.

"I'm sorry?" I raise an eyebrow.

"Take care." He fades.

I turn to Runaan.

"What just happened?" I ask.

He kisses me surprisingly. 

"Don't worry about it, my love." He whispers in my ears.

This time my cheeks feel really hot and almost turn red.

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