The iron gate to the crimson den creaked open, and a ray of light shone in the den.
Archi, titled his head to the side weakly flickering his eyes open, his vision was blurred so he didn't see the person who had come in. His chains rattled as he tried to move but he fell back on the floor.
A figure came in, walking towards him.
"Wh- who are you?" He managed to ask.
The figure was soon hovering over him, then it stooped down, "Archi?" He heard a light female's voice.
He immediately recognized who it belonged to, "Aria?"
He tried to open his eyes properly, but they were too heavy at that moment.
"Your name is Archi? Not Logan? You are king Oberon's son!" She gasped.
He gulped, "I am sorry-" but she cut him off sharply.
"You lied to me, I trusted you."
"Aria listen to me," his vision was cleared a bit, "I would have told you sooner, but it would have distracted me from what I came here to do."
