When Aeros awoke, Adonnenniel was in the field with him. The grass was flattened and an imprint of his body remained pressed into the ground where he was laying like a silhouette. After only moments, urgency pulled and tugged on their senses. A calling needed to be answered and their course was set already. He glanced into the distance Adonnenniel pointed, and no more words were exchanged between them. Aeros only blinked, but upon opening those pale blue eyes Adonnenniel was no more than an outline barely visible. Even broken down into simple terms with every explanation possible, the natural world around them was full of magic, and it is a mysterious and unexplainable thing. Simply put, there is no explanation. At least, that is what Aeros believed about matters such as that. Such things were the only gray area he could bring himself to accept; nearly everything else had to be in black and white for him. Though, time was changing him and that unwillingness â that stubborn mentality and lack of desire to accept that some things couldnât be made sense of or explained. The reality of it is that he was consumed with gray area. Perhaps that is why he could not accept it in other things. Time will change it, though. In time, all things change, all things come and go.
After witnessing the innate ability imbued in Adonnenniel, as it was in all five of them, Aeros bowed his head and closed his eyes. Flesh would caress the pale blue oceans and polished milky-white orbs. Relaxing himself into a calm and subtle posture, Aeros settled his shoulders and lifted his arms to cross them over his chest and one another with fists closed. Taking in a deep breath to gather himself, he exercised the same abilities the spirit displayed; and a thought was all that was necessary to manipulate the natural energies and powers all around them. Tapping into his given strength, shafts of light began to dance across the field in waves like strands of heaven raining downward as clouds gathered from the scattered distance and blotched out the sun and soared across the bright light-blue sky. It would seem that the world resembled that which inhabited it, that the blue iris and its burning bright pupil were caressed by an infinitely expanding lid composed of waters and thunders chasing the wind. Aeros began to lower his arms and fully extend them, then lift them out to his sides, expanded away from his form; and slowly but with the same smoothly coordinated motion, he leaned his head backward. Light winds blew around him, massaging his conscience and lifting his âspiritâ. In a way, he lightly swayed with the wind as if he could lose himself in it or move to an unheard ensemble of chords traveling in the wind and drops of rain falling around him. A heavy gust fell from the heavens and came to be. The tips of Aerosâ fingers dissipated, mists and mere particles of air and water leaving his physical flesh and circling him, ascending. Along his arm and through the course of his entire body, Aeros slowly broke away until nothing more than an ephemeral and glistening figure remained. The heavy gust had an offset course, dropping then lifting back towards the stormy clouds; and with it ascended every drop of rain that had fallen and every piece of what Aeros had become.
Carried across the distances and leaving behind all that was behind him, Aeros shifted from one place to another without secondsâ notice. The clouds over the field would simply dissipate, just as the source that drew them and manifested the strength to summon them had. Nothing would travel with or as Aeros did. No wind, no rain or cloud, nor any fragment of the heavens would keep pace with his unseen movements. At the edge of the magical city they were called toward, the mists and translucent elements gathered. They descended in a vortex of isolated currents, constructing the structure of a man; and at first it built from the ground up, building a lucid composition of bones, organs, flesh, and eventually even that which encompasses the flesh such as clothing and armor. Though, it all remained almost invisible, like smoke or a storm contained within a bottle. Lucent eyelids opened to reveal colorless and glazed eyes that could pierce the souls of men, and like a flash of lightning Aeros was solidified. Once more, he stood upon ground and searched all that was around him with eyes that were no longer glazed, but pale blue.
Tilting his head to the right after glancing over the many structures before him, he lowered his chin and overlooked some guards to see Adonnenniel walking inward. Just a light smile is all that Aeros had to show, but not while he thought anybody was looking. For a moment, his self-doubts and hesitations faded; maybe they would subdue and settle in some black, unknown place at the back of his mind. To fill himself with an idea, he inhaled with a deep and heavy consumption â taking it in. âThis is home?â
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