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On the Edge of Beyond

"He shows great promise. His potential proves meritable for the greater good."

Moone's positive praise spoke volumes far deeper than any mortal could ever perceive, for the voice of an Aeon is paramount. Her profound words presented a matron's compassion and benevolence. A tongue that spoke highly of the latest chosen patron she and the other Aeons held in mixed reception.

Moone padded with a smooth grace. Her bare feet a cosmic azure gold glittered in silver flicks. Her delicate steps upon starlit darkness sung no tune beneath her cerulean soles. And each saunter brought ripples across an unseen surface. As she edged close to the celestial brink, her kindred, Zenus, glared heavy upon the vast cosmos below.

The two Aeons stared into the infinite veil of galactic space from their boundless antechamber. Before them, the great space of life itself twinkled and illuminated in a mass of spheres—a plethora of verses encased within—fixed in space like chrome bubbles of celestial reflection. This was the pool of all things worldly, the limitless lagoon of the allverse—known to them as the Natatorium.

Zenus was silent. The silence itself hinted his discord. He stood strictly, his cosmogonical skin, an inky blue, head bald and smooth as a babe's buttcheeks, and long pricked ears—like Moone's. Contrasted to her gold ear piercings, Zenus's ears glistened at the tips with silver. They were as if twins, two bald blue, mouthless twins, but Moone eclipsed Zenus in height. Like the mean little aeon he was.

Zenus shared no good remarks with Moone's positive speech. As he stood with tight poise, short stature in his stilled robes and scrunched brows expressing his firm displeasure, his face utterly argued against Moone's words of appraisal and truth. A truth that had him so tight in discontent that if he were to sizzle red he sure hell would.

"Your silence... I assume you agree," Moone said happily calm again.

"Your assumptions are inaccurate," he finally spoke. His words lacked luster.

Moone's heavenly fire eyes dropped upon his head when he spoke. Like a grumpy brother, Zenus never once felt the need to be as bright and vibrant as Moone, or the others within their pantheon. Zenus was so stern that it changed Moone's serenity. Morphing it into pity. She gave him a hushed sigh and shook her head at his criticism. Zenus always the dire in his views. Versus Moone, her sympathy always turned short-lived. Her pity face waned by her tiny chortles.

"Oh, brother," she said at the ends of her warm tickle. "Must you balk?" She took his words as another typical retort of inarguable opposition. He denied her admiration as well as her assumptions. Sadly, it only made him guiltier of the truth, and furrowing his brow to its limits.

He boiled so deeply from it that Moone could literally hear the waters of realization bubble and pop inside him. It was all the more adorable when Zenus tried to conceal the facts. Not even his white eyes fooled the likes of her.

So, she asked him again. "Do you not see what I see?"

"I see a fool who takes his gifts for granted."

A soft hum rumbled the inside of her throat then. As she thought.

"You also support this fool and his antics."

Her hum shifted to a lax chuckle. She expected that, too. Moone hid nothing from Zenus. Her backing of the "Fool," in which Zenus named, opposed his utter dislike.

"The Sepian of Eirtha is vigorous. A man who is brass-bound, hard as stone and a spirit hot like the fires of the forever suns," she continued. "Do not forget, my brother, it chose him. To defy its decision is to defy our creation, which defies our own faith in such. It ultimately opposes our logic." She glanced down at Zenus. She saw his response, his acceptance despite abhorrence, by the twitch on his eyes.

"Keep faith in our efforts," she said lastly. She looked into the sea of verses then. "His task may be great, but he will do as destined by fate's hand. A greater evil we sought to abolish now stirs itself awake, wishing to be whole again. Our champion has proved himself many times over that he can handle the toil. Indeed, his ways are... unusual. But the choice cannot be contended." She paused. Her lips fell shut as something she spotted deep in the world of worlds plastered a kindling smile of hope onto her.

"Believe in him, my brother...for he is the one."