Aquilegia

You are a con artist prophet.
Each week you look up at the night sky and you tell them lies what the stars say.
They look at you, cold disbelief in their eyes. It's not like you come from the Sea of a Thousand Currents.
You can't help but laugh; they only need time.

When the time comes again there are even more dragons than before. They have all come to hear your lies prophesies.
The crowd sees you smile before you turn your gaze to the starry heaven.
You know that He is smiling behind you.

The months pass by and, with it, the word of the Arcane Coatl that sees the truth in the stars.
Every 7th day is accompanied by a crowd of idiots fierce followers that have come to hear your lies about the future.
Every time, you pick some idiots of your followers, and you speak to them - about things that will happen, about people they will meet. About things that are easy to fake

You are showered in love and adoration, in gifts and treasure.
Each night you go to sleep with a smile and your beloved trickster at your side.
This glory is what you deserve!
Not the eternal darkness that the blind imperial spoke about.

One night, at the end of your act words of wisdom, He looks at you.
He gestures at the crowd that has yet to leave. Lately there have been even more idiots visitors. They have started to stay for longer times, to come more often, to ask more questions.
You tell him to stop worrying. This just means more profit satisfied dragons. You know perfectly well that he is capable of anything, and that your idiotic followers would never go against you.
He lowers his feathers, before looking at you and disappearing into the shadows again.
For the first time in years, you can't feel his attentive gaze on you.

That night, you stay outside a little longer.
You start to play with the idea of running away stopping with this prophet business.
Maybe you could go back to the Tangled Woods. He always loved the Tangled Woods.

The moment you reach home it's when it dawns upon you that maybe it's too late.
You barely have time to look back and see the horde of dragons coming after you.
Have they discovered your tricks? Has your following finally lost their minds?
You ask as both of you rise into the moonless night.

You will never get an answer.

You swear you hear him shout, even when you know that's impossible.
You don't even know when or how you landed. One part of your brain knows that something is broken, but your only care is to find your lost half.

"Do you need help?"
The unknown stranger asks while embracing holding trapping st̢ràn҉gl͢i̴n̶g you.

As the world goes dark, you can only think about one thing:
A ̡b̀r̢ig̴ht pink e̕ye
T͞he̶ ĺifele̸ss̶ ҉hu̕s̴ks o͟f̡ ͢y̕o̢ur͘ ̛pu̵r͝sùe̡r̀s
K̷͝e̵t̷̛sa̢͜l͏͏i̸̢'̢͡͠s̀͠ ̨l҉͏҉i͘m̕͟p̵̵ b̢o͞dy̴̷͝ ̡́
̸̴̢̧͞Á̷̕ǹ̨ ̸̸̷͝e̷͟͝҉̷n͏d̸͠l̶̸̨͢e̵͠s̷͞҉s̨̀̕͠ ̷̸̸̸p҉̵̴̷i̕҉͞ǹ͘̕͝k͞ ̷̢͜l̢̀̕͘į̶̡̀g͠͞҉̨͞h҉̧͘t̴͝

The Blind Imperial was right.

Aquileguia
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"Is not my fault that those idiots are willing to pave our way to victory."