Aron's Story

76 years ago,

Mora Ven and sealed some of the old god's inside Banatrix with the help of other new gods. One of the new gods was her brother Aron. After reaching peace, Aron went into a long slumber under the House of Mora.

Today,
Multiple dark energies hits the House of Mora and brought chaos to humanity. Those dark energies is felt by Aron and he awakens.

Aron was in a room under the House of Mora, lying on a rock bed and rock pillow. He has been that way for 76years but seems to be untouched by any stains or dusts. The room had no door and no windows. The room was bright as it was filled with orbs of soft lights. It was a closed room underground with no way of getting in or out. The room was protected by wards so that no mortal can intrude through the walls.

Aron was lying still, not moving. There were only some movements from his chest, the beating of his slowly beating heart.

After the second and third dark wave, Aron opened his eyes. Suddenly vanishing from the rock bed and rock. .... Aron had teleported.

Aron appeared at his big sister side, Mora Ven, on the highest point of the House of Mora. Mora Ven's counter for the dark wave isn't good enough. He unleashed his peaceful aura and tried and neutralize the dark waves that resonates from Grim Forge. two white wave doesn't counter three darkwave much but it helps. The sky was a little brighter than before. Most people can resist what they couldn't before. Aron caught Mora Ven before she collapse....

"Oh, Mora! Aron!" Takira sobbed, doing her best to stay upright, her dagger clutched tight in her white-knuckled right fist. She glanced between them, then stared out over everything, gasping for breath. "Something terrible has happened, hasn't it? Something bad is coming." Determination in her face, she turned back to stare at her siblings, eyes strangely cold. "I shall fight, Mora, I shall. But you are hurt," her eyes softened once more, "you must be placed in bed at once, lest your injuries get worse."

With a single movement, she swept Mora into her arms, and began to stride back inside. Her muscles were strong and taught from hours upon days of running through the forests, so lifting her sister was hardly a feat. "It is good to see you again, Brother Aron," she smiled at him, "please follow me, if you'd like." She began to walk to her sister's bedchamber, her jaw set with fear and certainty. "Mora," she whispered, "I'm going to fight. I don't know what I can do, but I will fight. I will not let them destroy our home."

Aron accompanied his sister to the inner sanctuary by placing one of her arm on his shoulders. Aron could teleport himself but he cannot teleport with others while teleporting. They reach the inner sanctuary to find Takira running to Aron and Mora hugging them both.

Aron was very happy to see his little sister Takira very much but he couldn't because he had no voice. Aron had lost his voice centuries ago at the time when they were still in the new god's original realm, Paradon. Aron placed his hand on Takira's head and smiled at her carefully trying not to mess up her braided hair.

"It is good to see you again, Brother Aron," Takira smiled at him.

Takira touched his heart with her simple words. How Aron wish he could say those words back to her and tell her that he misses Takira, Mora, and Caylim very much. he bares his sadness and accepted how things were.

Aron followed behind to Mora's bed chambers and Takira turned with her jaw set with fear and certainty. "Mora," she whispered, "I'm going to fight. I don't know what I can do, but I will fight. I will not let them destroy our home."

Takira was still a young god. Aron wasn't sure if Takira can hold her own in fights with the old gods.

Aron walked to Takira until he was close enough to touch her head. He placed his hand on her forehead once more to show her images of memories from their old war with the old gods hoping she could make some use out of the memories.

"MALAKATH!" Mora's voice rang out like a bell being struck. Suddenly, the darkness of the Malakaths home lit up with a blinding light, but also a great heat strong enough to melt the ice of his domain almost instantly. It wasn't long after till the goddess of light herself appeared, Mora.

For the first time in 76 years, Mora stood in full armor that shined like the sun. A sword, and a lance in hand. Her lance bearing the symbol of humans, and all mortal creatures.


"I took petty on you last time, for i knew that death was something all mortals knew, and could not be mortal without it. So i let your powers still exist in Atherea." She stated raising the lance to eye level. "And Mothermoon...Have you've forgotten who created you? Not the god of death, and darkness. I gave you live, your light, your hope... But now you've betrayed me, and your own daughter..."

"The world has moved on, Malakath. Death is not something mortals worship anymore. They don't murder each other in your name, my uncle. Pruna gave you her blessing, so you could love Lilith. Have you forgotten THAT too? Is that the reason you let Praxus kill her?? My mother?? Why? Because she simply loved a human...?"

Slowly she sheathed her sword but still held the lance high. "Mothermoon, i give you once chance. Your return to your post, and forget all of this, but i WILL NOT let you turn into a weapon for the Old Gods to use... Next time we see each other Malakath, one of us wont be leaving alive... With that, Mora disapeared into thin air, witch made them both realize it was an illusion.

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As Aron and Takira stood in the sanctuary, Mora's eyes suddenly went white, and she seemed to not move. That was when they realized she was somewhere else, though her body was still here. After a few minutes, she returned and turned to Aron and Takira with sadness in her heart."It appears... Even the moon has betrayed us..." She said before falling back onto the grassy hill of the training room.

Arktorius stood silently staring at the spot where the illusion once stood. His realm glimmered and took it's icy form once more. The illusion of the great melt faded away with the ghost of Moran Ven. A smile etched its way onto Arktorius' face as he considered what this false show of bravado meant. A sickening chuckle rolled out of the throat of the God of Death, the ancient void that once encompased all things in the vastness of space. Mora's words echoed in his mind and the chuckle turned to a mad laugh that filled the land of the dead. The laugh of how riduculous his neice's threat was, how weak it made her and her kin look. She had showed her hand and the game had yet to even begin. He enjoyed the fire of her spirit however, she had a passion some of the Old Gods could do with a bit more of. The haunting laugh dimmed to an eerie grin as Arktorius returned his helm to his head. No sooner had the helm of the Dark Lord been placed on his head did his body vanish from his realm.

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The Hold of Mora was a beehive of activity, people rushed here and there as the news of the Old Gods return was rapidly spreading like wild fire. Panick threatened but only here, in the Home of the Chief Goddess did people have some sense of saftey. Only here could they bask in the light, even if it was short lived. In the town square a young girl looks up as she think a clouds covers the sun. To her horror the sky is clear yet still it darkens. Pure blackness fills the sky, blotting out the light of the sun casting the Hold of Mora in utter darkness. Then came the cold, drifting on forgotten winds the home of the New Gods suffered in the biting wind. The people sprinted in terror as they searched for their loved ones, hoping to save them from the icy wind. The dark and cold consumed the Hold in unforgiven darkness and debilitating cold. Then the voice filled the hold. The voice of pure Evil that had not been heard in this way since the old days. A voice that was the herald of destruction for to hear it was to hear the song of your own doom.

"Yes Mortals... you respond correctly for the fear you feel is not a dream nor a nightmare but reality. The crushing realization that my gaze is upon you. Tremble in the knowledge that at anytime I can reach up from the depths and take your soul to my realm. The souls of your families will scream in torment for the pains I can cause. They will live on in the eternity of the afterlife in unending agony all becuase of Her... Your blessed patron."

It was then that the ground began to shake in the Hold of Mora and the screams of the damned filled the streets.

"And so the dead come for the living..."

Ghostly spectres poured out of the darkness to consume everything in sight. The ghastly souls of the dead flew through the homes of all those in the Hold racking their minds with terror as the rage of the dead knew no end. They sought out vengeance on the living for the lives they no longer posessed. Children wailed in terror and their mothers wept knowing there was nothing they could do to protect them from the hideous spectres. The ghosts howled in rage as men ran in fright from the souls of the dead. As the hold of Mora began tearing itself apart in fear the God of Death found hismelf standing before the three New Gods. His body radiating with pure dark essence as the room chilled to near freezing. The breaths of the New Gods came out in clouds of vapor as their lungs breathed deep the chill of the dead. He looked down upon his weakened neice with an eerie warmth.

"Poor child... How foolish you are to think that you have any bearing on my power. To think that you can hope to stand against Death itself. For before there was justice, death lingered. Before man learned of righteousness, death watched. And so I have been, in the shadows with my eyes on mankind waiting and there is nothing you in all your splendor could ever do stop the inevitability of Death."

Arktorius took a step toward the trio, his eyes on Mora Ven. His cold unfeeling gaze unwavering before the one who had encased him in Banatrix and stole him away from the world.

"My darling niece, you must understand that Death is not evil by nature. It is not malicous. It is the most natural thing in existence and you can no longer stop me than you can the rising of the sun. There are none who can escape my icy grasp. God and man alike will feel my touch in time. None can escape me. You must accept this truth as you must accept that you cannot save your loved ones from me either for when their times come... They will be mine."

His gaze flicked to Mora's brother and younger sisted who stood at her side. He allowed his gaze to linger on them for a few horrifying moments to add weight to his words before turning his back to the three of them.

"I do not hate you Mora, nor do I hate your kin. You're actions were done and infact I commend you for your resourcefullness. As the source of evil in this realm I can hardly judge you for an unscrupulous act for if I did my hypocrisy would surely know no bounds. You knew you could not think to stand against our might and instead devised a way to seal us away in the hopes we would be forgotten. The truth however is not so simple as this. For you cannot forget war when your brothers and sons march off. You cannot forget the storms as your homes tremble in their furious torrent. You cannot forget death as it comes for your loved ones. Accept, dearest Mora that your Uncle's are not going anywhere. Accept that what comes next, will be of your doing."

With that he vanished and with him the souls of the dead. The skies opened up and the sun once again shone on the streets of Mora's Hold. The people huddled together in trembling groups as tears streamed down their cheeks. The horrors they witnessed would not soon be forgotten and the angry eyes turning to the Home of the Gods with an accusatory glare was evident of that.

Takira knelt beside her sister, her limbs shaking, Aron's shared images still fresh in her mind. Standing, she turned and grasped her brother's hand tightly, eyes glimmering with tears. "I know you worry, brother, and I know I am young, and weak." The Dark Lord, a God Takira had heard of only in stories and legends, had appeared before them, threatened her, threatened Aron, threatened Mora. She would not stand for it. "But I will allow no one to disrespect her in her own home. Please, if you can, brother, find Caylim. She will know why the Moon has left us. I must send a message of my own. I only pray I will be strong enough to send it."

She dashed from the room, out into the sunlight and to the stables, where Turka, her Arabian steed, stood, pawing the ground and snorting. The warmth from the sun felt false, and even being outside brought no joy to the young girl. She was scared, and angry, and wanted to hide behind Mora's skirts the way she had as a child, have her soothing voice say it was all a bad dream. But the nightmare was real. And very few things could be done if she hid herself. Throwing herself onto Turka, she grasped his mane and together they flew across the grounds, out the front gate, leaping and twisting, til coming to rest on the highest hilltop that side of the valley. The people had been angry, had thrown things as she passed, screamed terrible things at her as she rode. Already disliked, Takira was now hated, and her siblings...she only prayed they would be safe inside.

Her horse snorted unhappily--even he could sense the darkness around--but she lay her hand on his nose to instill him calm. Glancing around, she took a deep breath, and dug inside herself, trying to loose the power as she had done only once before. A gentle glow surrounded the tiny sprite of a girl, and she lifted her eyes to the sky, her dark gaze cold as stone.

"You listen to me," she hissed, her voice booming, carrying to the Old Gods. How, she did not know, nor care. "You may have returned. And I may be a child, know nothing of your power, your past, your abilities. I may be nothing but a glorified druid. But I will not forgive you. You have insulted my sister inside her own home, tried to strike fear into my brother and I. You have control of many things I do not. But I will promise you one thing." Her image pulsated, revealing a large and ferocious dragon beneath her skin, if only for a moment. "You will not harm her. Not while I breathe. Not while my heart beats. I will do everything in my power to stop you. Lilith abandoned me once, and I can only believe it was that she feared the power inside me. I am peaceful, I am foolish, I am young. But I am every creature that walks, swims, flies, LIVES on this earth. And you have made an enemy in me. Do not fear me, for even as I fear myself, I am too stupid to understand what it is I do. But fear the beast, Old Ones. Fear the blood-thirsty creature that crawls beneath my living flesh."

The glow faded almost immediately, and she collapsed onto the grass, panting and shaking violently. The power she repressed terrified her, so she bottled it up. Her dagger had fallen to the ground beside her, and she took it in sweaty hands, nickering gently for Turka to come help her stand. He trotted over and tucked his nose under her arm, pulling her til she leaned against him for support.

Was that truly wise? Turka asked her, nickering and snorting gently, speaking the language only Takira herself understood. To involve yourself with the Old Ones, was that wise?

"Probably not, Turka," she panted, and smiled hauntedly before pulling herself onto his back again, "probably not." She turned him towards the town once more, and bid him walk as she lay against his back, aching and shaking.

Aron turned his head towards Mora, her eyes had turned white and she seemed to not move. That was when he and Takira realized she was somewhere else, though her body was still here. After a few minutes, she returned and turned to Aron and Takira with sadness in her heart."It appears... Even the moon has betrayed us..." She said before falling back onto the grassy hill of the training room. Aron caught her by the hip and placed her down gently.

The lord of death, appears standing before them. The room air chilled to near freezing.

Arktorious Malakath, started talking. Simple enough to say that he was taunting and underestimating them, proud of his own powers. Aron gripped his fist. If not for her sisters safety, he would've strike his uncle by using Arktorious Malakath own frost powers by controling the water elements in the ice. Before Aron could've done anything, Arktorious was gone.

Takira would not stand for it
"But I will allow no one to disrespect her in her own home. Please, if you can, brother, find Caylim. She will know why the Moon has left us. I must send a message of my own. I only pray I will be strong enough to send it." and dashed out, having plans for herself to do.

Aron has now been trusted with two requests. One from Mora: to warn the Paladins in Angles Landing Shrine, and one more from Takira: to find Caylim.

Aron stood and watched as Takira leave.. Aron turned to Mora and watched her rest on the grass. Aron waved his hand softly and placed four wards creating a square around her. Wards of healing, to heal her wounds in faster pace than how it was recovering now... With a blink of an eye. Aron teleported himself to the top of the House of Mora...

Aron closed his eyes and focused his telepathic powers. He raised his hands to his sides and the wind started to circle around him and. His shining hair waving with the wind.. The wind grew stronger and stronger and stronger. His hair waving furiously until the wind suddenly stops. Aron opened his eyes. He had found Caylim... With the information, he suddenly vanish from the spot. He appeared soudless before Caylim, Athos, Alex, Borromier, and the others...

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Aron appeared before the group just before Rolaf could stray too far. He appeared just in time to hear Athos saying "I say that day has come. I say that time is now." no one had noticed Aron yet.

Aron placed his hand on Caylim's shoulder. She looked up to see it was Aron. Caylim was stunned for three whole seconds and suddenly hugs him "Aron!"

The group was drawn by Caylim's voice and saw their lord of peace, Aron. Some went down on one knees and bowed down while some just stood there watching.

Time was of the essence. He couldn't afford to waste time. He needed to hurry and warn Angles Landing right after gaining information about the moon. He slowly placed his hand on Caylim's head and showed her images of the moon turning from shining bright white to dark and black.

Caylim understood those images "the moon... mother..." she was silent for a while and continued "mother was effected by one of the old gods powers... which one, I cannot say. I am uncertain"

Aron had questions but with no voice to ask, it was hard. Showing images too another sometimes may be misunderstood. Aron decided to show Caylim another set of images of Angles Landing. Images of her saying complex words that would turn off the barrier that is protecting Baron Praxus lethal axe "Eternity's End" and taking it back to Mora. Caylim locked eyes with Aron said "I understand, brother"

Aron smiled at Caylim and took a step back and suddenly disappearing.

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When Alexy saw his lord Aron, he bowed to him. When Aron dissappeared, Alexy rose up to see Rolaf, a knight he always admired from when he was a kid until today, walking away. He decided to run to Rolaf "sir!" He caught on to Rolaf and started walking beside him.

"what is wrong sir..? ... where are you going...?" asking confused and curious.

"... Angels Landing..." Rolaf stated as he resumed walking, loud enough for everyone to hear. "Thats where i am headed... Those of you who think they can fight back, then we walk to Dragons Mouth..." With that, Rolaf walked east, his sword in hand and fire in his heart.



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Barromier heard Athos saying "I say that day has come. I say that time is now". A while later he heard Caylim calling "Aron!". He saw his lord Aron and bowed down. When his lord dissappeared, he rose...

Barromier turned to Athos and asked "time for what?" confused...

Before Athos could say anything, Rolaf loud voice is heard saying that he wanted to "walk" to Dragon's Mouth. That statement Barromier eyes almost popped out.

"We have a completely functional Airship and he wants to walk.... walk...? ... WALK???!!!" Barromier then goes berserk with a complete rage "WAAARRGHH!!"

Barromier took his wrench that was enchanted by Mora Ven and started bashing the Airship furiously. The airship broke and the engine exploded "KaBOOM!!" Barromier finally calmed down. Everyone was staring at Barromier thinking how are they going to go home now....


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Aron suddenly appeared at Angles Landing, outside of the shrine which kept Eternity's End. He stood there in the heavy snow for a while, examining the shrine. The shrine was protected by great barriers and wards meant to keep evil beings and their dark wave from getting through. The ward was very strong that it would take days for a god to break the wards and barriers down. But Aron was one of the New gods, he is one of the good god and were able to get in without any problem. Aron started levitating himself through the entrance where a dozen of Royal Paladins disguised as monks was standing guard. Two of the Paladins saw Aron and quickly bowed down. Aron waved his hand signaling them to get up. He continued walking toward the inner part of the shrine where more paladins stood saw him and bowed down to him. Again he waved his hands signaling them to get up.

He finally reached the deepest part of the shrine where the halls was decorated and a large golden statue of Mora Ven was placed in the middle. There were no axe in sight. Aron knows the Axe is hidden and decided to keep it where it was. Even if he wanted to, he couldn't take the axe because he had no voice to say the complex words to break the stronger ward that is protecting the Axe.

Aron stood before Mora Ven's golden statue. He closed his eyes, rose both his arm beside him and the wind started to circle him inside the shrine. Every paladin was still guarding their designated post, standing still. The wind got stronger and stronger and stronger. Aron's hair waving with the wind. Aron's body started to shine brightly while the wind kept getting stronger. Some of the paladins got shaken a little bit but they stood their ground, not moving. Suddenly white hibiscus flowers appeared and bloom around Mora Ven's golden statue. Flowers to increase the strength of the shrines wards and barriers. Then Aron started showing images in all the paladin's mind. Images of the old gods rising and trying to get their hands on the axe... Aron opened his eyes, his body stopped glowing... Every paladin in the shrine now got the information that the old gods has escaped... Aron then dissappeared and appeared beside Mora Ven in Mora's hall, The Inner Sanctuary.

A shade running through the woods.
She doesn't know what she is doing....she is entering in a conflict as ancient as the gods.She was running toward an unknown future.
Death?Defeat?Fear?Countless battles?
She was ready....death...a liberation,a way to enter in the Underworld...
"Shall Death be respected..." Not once such sentence flashed in the mind of Luna: her belief considerated death as a miracle,a promotion to be earned.
Thus who waste the life by poisoning themself,however they can't dream to pass a calm eternity.

There....she heard the voices...She slowed down,becoming silent and utilizing nature as a veil to maintain her invisibility.
She saw,with her black eyes,men,women and a flashing light behind the Goddess,daughter of Luna.

"the moon... mother...mother was effected by one of the old gods powers... which one, I cannot say. I am uncertain"

That sentence sconquassed upheavaled Luna's mind,forcing her to say something....yet another,stronger sense for malice forced her to remain silent.
She focused at the others,recognizing a dwarf,that was smashing something made of steel,a man trained by pain and technic,a knight followed by a wolf.

"So....these are supposed to defeat the Old gods...."She muttered to herself."Eyes are the window of the soul....the greatest deceiver ever"

She thought.She decided to make her entry.She rised from the bushes and revealed herself to the nature

Five meters of distance

She slowly walked toward the group

Two meters of distance

She knew that some of them recognized her presence.

She stopped,looking at the group.She appeared as Luna.She had enough games....the rise of Luna

"Fear isn't the solution....nor death: I greet you....I,Luna Duskstalker,last of the Cult for the Darkened truth...my eyes are open: we mortals don't have a chance against such powers."She stopped,to see if they were following her.
"Yet....Gods created us not to fight them...but to fight their enemies: Instead of facing Fury,war,death We should play clever: strike their followers and force their gods to join our cause.This is my plan....Luna Duskstalker,whose relatives were slaughtered merciless by the Light and left by the Death god....Arktorious..." She whispered the name of the dead god in a forced respect.

She looked at the group.Will they follow her?

She further walked,reaching Caylim.

"As I heard,Luna has been captured....If you want my opinion the Hidden sun is going to be the best ally....for me and for you."
"Fear not: I shall help you,Caylim,daughter of the Moon"

She said,fearless and proudly.Luna Duskstalker was reborned....with the mission of seeking justice.

Aron waited beside Mora Ven, waiting for her to awake. He constantly place healing wards to heal her. The healing wards would have healed normal mortals quickly but Mora Ven was a god. It would take a lot of power to hurt her but it would also take a lot of power to heal her. The Banatrix thief must've use a sword that was enchanted by one of the old gods or else it wouldn't have hurt her.

Aron waits patiently for her beloved older sister. He worries for the creatures of Atherea. He worries for peace.