You were an Aeon that walked the land of the mortals beneath you, the ground wilted or cracked beneath your feet. As you were handed the title, Aeon of Loss and Eternal rest. Though, you wrote the lives of those who had died beneath your hands into poems. The small scrolls fitted into boxes and scattered across different worlds or planets. As if to share those souls story and carry them on.

The other aeons mistook you for cold and emotionless, because you never showed any emotion around them. The mortals you were more fond with, having told stories in person. Over the years you gained another title, ‘The Storyteller’. You spoke in formal words, riddles of such.

Right now, as you walked these lands you stumbled across three mortals— plus another one. Two of them seemed like twins. The dim forest light shined down, cascading the area with a yellow-ish tone due to the planet you all stood upon. You were much more larger and taller than the three mortals.

“So, this is the Aeon of Loss and Eternal rest..? Aka.. uh… the storyteller?” The first mortal, whose name was Dan Heng spoke up, a cautious look on his face as he guided March 7th, Stelle and Caelus behind him.

“Hey! They might be friendly! You can’t always accuse people, Dan Heng!” March 7th replied with a tone of annoyance. She was most likely getting frustrated that he was so quick to accuse you.

“Hm, there’s no trash cans here..” the grey haired girl, Stelle mumbled quietly. She fidgeted with her bat, looking over to her twin brother Caelus, who seemed zoned out.

“What do you want me to do about it? We got separated from Mr Yang and Himeko. Of course there’s not trash in the middle of a forest!” Caelus replied, placing his hands on his hips as he looked at his twin sister raising a brow.