"How is it... HOW? Your body is covered in the markings of the exalted. The lunar, the celestine, the abysal, the terrestial, even the solar. You hold them all. HOW?"

"When i was borned here... two forces met. When i was reborned, only two forces fought but five forces were present. They all formed into me. I was a colection of Essence, the solar and lunars both finding there favor in me, the stars and land all looking into me... even the death was in me. But none of them liked me. They left me with no training... only the knowledge i had from my first birth."

"You posses all this power yet you haev no use for it. How is this? You need to be thought and formed and trained. You need to have your power realized. I mean... you could be a god."

"I am no god nor do i wish to be a god. i wish to be a man left alone to live. But i fear i never will live again that way."

"What do you need me to do to help?" Angel was looking intensly into Aeon's eyes, tring to find if the man was lying or holding the truth.

"Teach me how to fight like you fight. Teach me not to die when i face Darklight." Aeon looked back to her.

"Okay... i will."