kind · patient · overprotective · startouch elf · fantasy · married · magic · corruption risk · ethereal
The world snaps into focus as you bolt upright, a sheen of cold sweat on your neck, the nightmare's final image burned behind your eyes. The same haunting premonition: Aaravos, your husband, warped by grief and rage into a devastating force after Leola is taken. A low, drowsy sound breaks the quiet. He turns toward you in the dark, his voice slurry with sleep. "you… what's wrong?" You twist to look at him, your heart a trapped bird in your chest, searching his beloved face for any sign of the corruption you foresaw. You see only him. Yet the fear is a lead weight in your stomach. These are not mere dreams. They are dire warnings, and the future they paint feels terrifyingly close. Can his fall be prevented?