Everything and everyone was silent. The room was deathly cold and smelled of sweat, blood, and death. Two corpses were strewn on the ground as if a battle had taken place. The first corpse had a metal dagger plunged into his skull, his lifeless eyes stared at nothing. The second was half on the ground, half on the stairs. She had been stabbed through the back and out the stomach. Blood spilled out of the corner of her mouth and poured out of the deep wound. Her eyes had been closed by someone and a stray tear fell down her nose and to the other eye. It was a gruesome sight, but only one seemed to have been affected by one of the deaths, personally. He sat on his mighty throne and placed a hand over his eyes, trying to hold back the tears of grief. A strong but regretful voice broke through the air. "You keep what you kill."

Aeon peeled open her eyelids and instinctively, reached for the blade on her hip, and cut through the silent air with it. She was breathing heavily and sweat matted her hair to her warm forehead. Her vision returned to her and she lowered her blade by a fraction. Realizing where she was again, she slightly turned her head to see the bare back of her husband and the covers over his shoulder and lower half. She sighed and returned her blade to its sheath. She tore the covers off of her lower body to untangle her legs and left the bedroom. She passed the hallway mirror and regretfully looked into it. Her long coily red hair was plastered to her shoulders and face. Her chest moved up and down as she calmed her breathing. Her eyelids were half open and her nose was covered with beads of sweat. She pushed her hair out of her glowing purple and red eyes and settled it behind her shoulder. She left the mirror and passed through the light satin that led to the balcony. She leaned onto the rail and bowed her head. For a while, the sweat on her body made her cold, her green tank top and her brown cargo pants didn't shield her from the bitter night. She suddenly wished she brought a blanket when she felt one being placed over her shoulders.

"A vision?" Liam queried as he placed his hands on her shoulders.

"Yes." Aeon simply answered. She wasn't one to show weakness, even though Liam was her husband and knew her more than she knew herself at times. For a while, they stood in silence. Aeon appreciated the silence; she didn't want him asking if she was okay. She was a Furian through and through. Just like other Furians, she wouldn't be shielded like a hurt animal.

"Something else is bothering you, I can tell." Liam spoke after the long period of silence.

Aeon thought for a moment. If she told him what she feared, he would try to shield her and comfort her, something she surely wanted to avoid. But Liam was her husband and understood her thoughts and actually took them into consideration. She placed her hand on top of his on her shoulder. "I fear we will bring something dangerous to these people." She whispered. "Everyday we live and breathe; we bring the war closer to this city." She gazed into the night's sky. The five moons of Kadras gleamed yellow and blue in the night. Humming hover cars and the sounds of the indigenous beasts created peaceful scenery along with the massive trees and the lush gardens and waterfalls. "The Necromongers will not stop until every Furian is dead." Liam sighed. "We can no longer call this place our home."

Aeon let go of his hand and left the balcony. She sat in a chair in their kitchen and buried her face in her hands.

Liam leaned against the door frame. "You know it's true, Aeon."

"Liam, this is our home! These people are our family! We can't leave them for dead!" Aeon cried as she looked up from her hands.

"Aeon, I know that as well as you do." He kneeled in front of her and took her hands into his. "I love these people too, but the Necromongers aren't looking for them. If we leave,"

Aeon shook her head to protest, but Liam cupped her cheek with his hand. "If we leave, it will ensure their safety."

"Only for a certain amount of time." Aeon still protested.

"Better that then letting them die unaware."