A is for Aion

Aion, a tall lean man with waist length black hair tainted with white and crystal blue, opened his eyes of faded amethyst coughing as he did every moment of first awakening. Beside him, in the bed not far away from his own woke another, his black hair staying close to his neck but didn’t reach his shoulders. He had a perpetually cruel appearance which turned most away at their first glance of him.

          “Zahn?” Aion asked, his voice cracked and dry with no rasp yet gentle. “Are you awake Zahn?”

          “Aye. I be awake young friend,” Zahn whispered back in a salty voice. His cruel and thin lipped mouth broke into an easy smile as he turned his head over in Aion’s direction. “They been by yet to awaken us sorry wretches?”

          “Not yet. I think they’re coming around very soon.” Aion pushed down on the mattress sitting himself up. “Have you had any messages?”

          Zahn closed his mud-brown eyes and Aion watched them move beneath his friend’s eyelids.

          “No. All is quiet on that front. It has been for some time. Take it easy Aion.” Looking over Aion’s rounded, yet angular face Zahn’s smile improved; Aion wasn’t really one to take things any other way if he could help it.

          Aion had been in the prison of the Shadow before Zahn was captured and joined him. In all that time, and time since, Aion did everything without very much complaint, taking it all in as if he was taking a walk through the autumn

forests of Presia, their long ago home.




Aion, prisoner of the Shadow, found in People of the Light