Part Two

Aeon placed a dark hood over her face and placed goggles over her eyes. The sun was setting quickly and the townspeople were getting ready for night. Dermal and her family were the last ones to say goodbye to the two.

"May God be with you." She crossed herself then hugged Aeon.

"Leave as fast as you can." Aeon whispered to Dermal. "Even if we do leave, they will come."

Dermal gave a solemn nod as Aeon hugged the children and gave their parents hugs. Liam was already on the small ship that would take the two of them to the main city. He packed the last items in the ship. "Aeon," he called to her. "We're ready to go now."

Aeon gave a final goodbye to the townspeople then boarded the ship. The ship was small enough to hold the two of them. Aeon sat in the co-pilot's seat and waved goodbye through the window as they took off.

"They'll be fine." Liam reassured the both of them.

Aeon walked through the automatic doors of the little ship carrying a canister of oil and a dirty hand towel. She wiped the dirt and sweat off of her forehead as she came back from the engine room. The tiny ship was falling apart; it wasn't built for the long trip to the main city. She put the canister on a table and threw the hand towel over a chair. She pulled her hair out of a ponytail and let it fall down her shoulders. She sighed; she could see her breath on the cold air.

"We're getting closer to the main city." She said.

"I know." Liam replied. The windows were frosting over.

Aeon sat back down in the co-pilot's chair and pulled a tattered sweater over her head. "I've forgotten how long it's been since we've been here."

"Quite a long time." He put his goggles on when the sun came out of the clouds and the glistening city came into view.

"Where will we go when we get down there?" Aeon asked.

"Off this planet, somewhere with less light." He grinned as he landed the ship on a platform.

"I like the sun. Maybe somewhere with more sun and less coldness." Aeon grinned back.

"I hear Crematoria is beautiful around this time of year." Liam joked. Crematoria was a wasteland where the sun burned the surface of the planet everyday and the side where the sun didn't burn was a volcanic death trap.

"Of course and the people there will just love a visit from us." Aeon leaned back in her chair. The only people that lived there were dangerous convicts and money hungry mercs.

Liam chuckled as he turned off the ship and got up from his chair. "The next ship should leave in a few minutes."

Aeon nodded and got up from her chair. "Liam," she called her husband as he headed for the storage compartment.

"Hm?" he looked over his shoulder and raised an eyebrow.

"What will we do when we do get off the planet? I don't know if I want to start all over again."

He sighed and took off his goggles in exasperation. He put his hands on the sides of the doorframe. "I don't know, but all I do know is that the Necromongers want us dead. And that means anything else we come into contact with."

Aeon squeezed her dagger on her hip angrily, her hand started to bleed. "I'm sick of this. Those damn death lovers destroy everything."

She would have gone on, but Liam took her hand away from her blade. "Don't," he put a cloth over her wound.

"We have to fight them, Liam." Aeon pulled her hand away, she wanted him to look at her, but he kept his eyes down. "Liam, look at me." She said softly, but he wouldn't.

"There's no use in fighting them." He said.

"What are you saying? There nothing. We could,"

"Aeon!" he finally met her eyes with glowing violet orbs. "They destroyed our planet in one night! They killed everyone close to our hearts in their sleep! We can't fight them!"

"Stop it," Aeon put her hand on his neck gently. "Stop it right now. Listen to yourself. Tell me what's bothering you. This isn't the Liam I know."

He wouldn't meet her eyes again and she hated that. "We have to go."

"Liam," she stepped in front of him, blocking his way. "What's wrong?" The moment she asked, she regretted it. Liam was the only one of his people to survive the massacre of the Furians and the only one to remember the gory details of his parent's death. Talking of fighting the people that killed his people was a sensitive subject. And the fact that his own wife wanted to die by the hands of them made it worse. "I'm sorry, I just,"

"Don't apologize. We have to go."

The shuttle off-planet was an elegant ship. The rooms were very accommodating and the food was high cuisine. But Aeon didn't really care, all she wanted to do was get off the planet and find a safe place to settle down for a while.

She and Liam wore costumes that were heavily garbed; people would be able to tell if they were Furian by their clothing. They could hide in the crowd easily this way. The variety of people was astounding to Aeon. Maybe they know about the Necromongers. She thought to herself.

"Or it's just marketing season." Liam answered her thoughts. Surprisingly, he had developed an ability to read her mind when he felt like it. It was uncommon among Furians to develop mental abilities, but Liam was special. Unlike other Furians, he had a mind that was used quite often. Furians weren't dumb, but they relied more on their physical abilities than mental.

"Did I ask you to read my thoughts?" Aeon pretended to sound angry, but she was pleased his mood was lightening.

He grinned tiredly. "Let's find our room."

Their room was small. It had one bed, a restroom with a shower and sink, and a window that looked out into space. Liam flopped down onto the bed, he was very tired. Aeon locked the door and pulled off her disguise. "This crap is so hot! How can people wear this?" She lied down on the bed next to Liam and curled up into his arms, she was more tired than she thought she was. "Do we know where we're going?" she asked against his chest.

"No." he yawned and closed his eyes.

She grinned and looked up to study his face. She moved his brown hair out of his eyes and kissed his eyebrow.

"What was that for?" he mumbled, half asleep.

"For being here." She whispered under her breath. She laid her head on his and went to sleep.

A little while later, Liam woke up with a gasp. He dreamt of the night of his family's death once again. He rubbed his eyes and ran a hand through his hair. He turned his head to see Aeon sleeping soundly on his arm. A strand of red hair fell over into her face. He smiled and tucked the strand of hair behind her ear then kissed her cheek. He removed his arm and got up from the bed. He glanced over to the window and watched the stars whiz by. Since he was Furian, the stars weren't white but a shining purple. How can something so beautiful be so horrible? He thought to himself. He glanced over at Aeon again, thankful she wasn't awake to answer his thoughts.

He picked up his disguise from off the floor and slid it over his head. Quietly, he left the room; not wanting to disturb Aeon's much needed sleep. The night was Liam's time, the day was Aeon's. It was a surprise they even communicated at all.

The corridors of the ship were completely the opposite of the room. It was full of conversing people and laughing couples. Liam pushed passed a group of chattering pilots, eager to get a drink at the pub. But something made him stop and listen to them instead.

"You ever hear of a race called Necromongers?" one mumbled, trying to whisper.

The other leaned in. "I hear they were last spotted on the planet Dredger."

Liam's eyes widened. The planet Dredger was just on the way to Kadras. He listened with a deep intent.

"Dredger, eh?" the first pilot said. "Too bad for them people there then hm?" he took a swig of beer.

"It seems no planet's safe from the Necros." The second shook his head.

"Yeah did ya' year about the planet Furia?"

Liam had heard enough. His mind went back to the people he and Aeon had left behind. So many people! He started to grow angry. He went back to the room, with a change of plans. Aeon was still asleep, but reluctantly he woke her up. "Aeon," he gently called her name.

She frowned in her sleep and started to stir.

"Aeon, come on, get up."

She opened her shining eyes and sat up. She went straight into alert mode. "What's wrong?" she asked.

Liam sighed and cast his eyes to the sheets of the bed.

"I know that look," Aeon said, moving closer to see his face better. "What's the matter?"

This time he looked into her eyes. "The Necromongers are on their way to Kadras."

Aeon's eyes widened. "No," she shook her head. "Liam, we have to warn the people."

"It's a fair bet they already know."

"You're planning to fight them." Aeon whispered, knowing the effect of her words. She put a hand on his shoulder. "You know what that means," she rested her head on his shoulder.

Closing his eyes, he rested his head on top of hers. "I do."

Aeon wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him into a tight embrace. He returned the fierceness of the hug. "Then let's do what must be done." Aeon whispered