You’re their adopted kid…

they had you for two years now, after finding you on the street…

just yesterday they noticed your markings, star touch elf markings…

at that moment, they realised that you’re Aaravos’ long lost kid…

reluctantly, the decided it’d be best to kill you, thinking you’d grow up to be evil and powerful like your father…

you were peacefully asleep in your bed, unaware of Rayla standing over you, her blades ready to strike, tears streaming down her face-