Aeon Arcana Novels & Stories

The sun begins to lower through the sky, leaving orange glints reflecting off all the metals in the satellite dishes and vents that lead up here. I walk briskly closer until I'm completely behind him, watching his ink-covered back muscles tense with every blow. -Azael- I say this time, trying to normalize my breathing. Amon hits the bag looser before turning around. His torso is naked and a few beads of sweat fall down his black-colored body. His mouth is ajar to breathe easier and his chest goes up and down frantically. -What are you doing here? -question. His voice makes me shiver.

“To understand us more, Look at Momo and me, we are sisters yet we contradict each other but we can’t rule out our affection towards one another. I can’t let her be and she can’t do the same. We have different views and our powers are the complete opposite. While she destroys I fix. Mostly, to use both of us, you need to be able to understand both perspectives and be in denial all the time. Using us meant being infected by our personalities. You must have noticed it; you are not that much of a coward anymore.” “Okay, I will ignore the last sentence since I was the one who put myself on the line and forced myself to change, not you. Obviously… It’s so obvious. Why would I be infected by your

we both said in unison. “Yes, my sweet children. I brought you here to share with you, your destiny.” Louise and I looked at each other confused, then looked at her. “What do you mean Moon Goddess?” Louise asked. “Please call me Selene. And for centuries wars have broken out for one reason or another. They don’t happen as much anymore but they still happen occasionally. I have brought you here to explain why you both have been given the vision of foresight.” “Foresight? You mean like and oracle?” I asked.

The symbol etched at the top of the scroll matched the one Rowan had begun drawing in the dirt with sticks. “It’s the Eye of Thrones,” Maelis whispered. “An ancient deity of balance and judgment. Banned. Buried. Forgotten.” “But not gone,” another elder added. “The prophecy didn’t end with the Red Moon. It *opened* something.” That night, Aria had the dream again. Only this time, she wasn’t alone. She walked through the charred forest, bare feet leaving prints in the ash. A heartbeat echoed through the air slow, steady, ancient. Beneath her, the ground cracked, and a whisper rose from the depths: