Night had been cold again. The nights were allways cold here. No matter how hard the sun shined it the day to heat up the air, it would always get very cold . This matter nothing to Aeon. He had been standing on the peak for many nights and none of them seemed to bother much. It was him that seemed to be the problem. He couldn't stand something. He couldn't stand why he was controled again, having to play under realities rules. He was able to move fast, but not just blink there like he had been able too. His body was stronger and tougher, faster and swifter, but His control over magic was different. It use to be that magic was in control more than strength. BUt something new had happened. something not understood yet. So Aeon stood at his peak out in the middle of the Sahara. A bird had used him for a resting post for a bit. That was fine to him.

He stood there feeling all things in side himself. He felt where every strand of muscle was in his body. He felt his heart pumping each ventrical in order. The kracking of his knucles rang threw his head. He felt the new strength. He understood his strength. He saw his magic still. The dragon attack was merely a copy he saw. He didn't know it's true strength, he was just mimicing the motions. It was not his own. He was just stealing it.

He continued groking over this, trying to find somesort of reason for this change. He didn't know what it meant. He didn't know why Lost was now grown out to time. A huge strech of time yes, but a limit. Why was this? He couldn't grok it at all. He had no idea why this was the union of the tow of them again. Lost had been around for long. Maybe he was evolving, or growing older, or dying, and get weaker. His body was a torent of flesh now. He had this armor now, but it was this flowing darkness. It moved around him, for in away it was him, and in a way, he was it. THey were together. He taught over what he had said after the trasnformation. Was that him who said it. Was it someone speaking threw. He recalled them and said them all out load.

"I am the fool- I am unlearned and you can learn from me

I am victory- compassiionate and cruel; the one who is praised and the one who is despised

I am the trickster- knowledge and ignorance; falsehood and truth

I am the star- the one of substance and the one who has no substance

I am fate- the controled and the uncontrolable

I am Aeon- the first and the last"
"I am the utterance of my name."

He knew not what this was, but for a reason he didn't need to. Something just calmed him. He seemed to fit into it. He understood now. He was all things and nothing.. He was the two ends and nothing of the middle. He was something more than normal, yet the same old thing. He was strong, yet weak. He was fast yet slow. He was life and the death. He was alive and dying. He was all these and none of it.

He sat down and placed his head in his hands. "Well now what?"

THe place were he choose was nothing of any choice imparticular. He found a place that suited him and stayed there. Unknowing to him the place of his chooseing happened to be roughly outside of Reficul. The mysterious back woods down where everything came together and formed this very interesting vertex into the world.

Aeon had groked Reficul's placement in this world, yet he didn't know why it was formed. He had moved beyond his own body and mind of groking and was now at somesort of peace with the whole ordeal. HE rested yet knew not what to do with himself now.

Set was his enemy and this was very clear. He had made a bad first impression if you will. But was the way, sense Set was chaos and Aeon was now power. He waited to feel Set's power.

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.