Avalor, consumed by the weight of the prophecy, immersed himself in ancient texts and arcane knowledge. He spent countless hours poring over dusty scrolls, deciphering cryptic symbols and unraveling hidden meanings. He visited forgotten ruins, explored desolate landscapes and sought out the wisdom of ancient sages.
In his pursuit of knowledge, Avalor neglected his duties as Alpha and his love for me. He grew distant, his mind preoccupied with the future, the impending doom that threatened to engulf their world. I could not help but feel neglected and misunderstood and to make matters worse, I grew increasingly lonely, unloved and hurt.
I tried to reach out to him, to remind him of the dying love that we once shared but my words fell on deaf ears. Avalor, blinded by his obsession could not see the pain he was causing. He thought he was doing what was best for the people but he was sacrificing his own happiness and the happiness of those that he loved.
