Aeon grew tired, for even meditation has it's fingers out into the real world. He now wished to do something. Anything. The woods and lands and mountains outside of Reficul had served him well, but for everything there was a time and place. This place had it's time and now he had to leave. He was no where nearer to what he came here for, but he was no longer far away. Lost was somewhere, but he didn't care anymore, thou he did need to find him.

Aeon stood up and looked around. There was nothing still, like it had been. He looked up and saw a small break in the cloud. He jumped up and flew threw it and then bleeped out, spreading himself to find where it was he needed to go.