The heart of a summoner

Chapter 2

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Now, on with the show!

(This means dreams .)

Things were not going so well for a spirit know as Auron. No, when other people died, they could rest in peace; but for the ex-guardian he had go on a mission for the Aeons.

"Go find the young boy with the ability to finally harvest all of our power, they said. As if there's a being who could do that. Not even the great Lady Yuna could. Yet they expect a young boy to!" As you can tell, Auron was not in a happy mood, far from one in fact.

The aeons' were divine spirits that could come and aid someone in battle. Each aeon had its own unique power and characterists, and lived to protect their master. But only an ancient advanced race of beings could call forth the energy needed. This race were called the Summoners; but their race died out eons ago, when the earth was still young and beings of true great power were walking on it.

Auron was sent back to the earth on Halloween (SP?) 1990, after the boys' power had awakened. He tracked the power signal to a small neighbourhood in Surrey (SP?) around seven in the morning on November 1st; how was he suppose to know how much England had changed over the millennia's. At seven thirty, he found the source, the young boy no older then a year.

As Auron walked near the house, a fat man, if that's what you could call him, walked out of the house, picked up the child roughly, put it into what look like a car, "cars were better looking when Summoners' made them" thought Auron and drove off.

"I was so close! Why do they disappear when I'm so close!" Auron fumed.

Two hours later, Auron found the boy in an alley in some part of a city. A sign said the city was called London. Auron was starting to like this young boy; so far it hadn't made a sound. Quite children were so much nicer than loud ones. Picking up the small bundle, Auron couldn't help but be mesmerised by his bright, glowing emerald eyes. The child looked up to him with fear in his eyes', but who could blame the young boy. He wakes up on someone's doorstep, taken to a dark, damp, smelly alley, left there for what seems an eternity. To have a tall man (Auron was around 6"6.) in a blood red cloak and grey hair pick him up.

"Hello little one. Tell me, what is your name." He asked in his gentlest voice, which didn't sound very gentle.

Not many people know, but little Harry Potter was very smart for his age. He learned to walk at the tender age of nine months; he learned how to speak by his 1st birthday, but so far he could only say a few worlds. One of the being his name.

"Har'y" he said in a gurgle.

"Harry? How… nice. My name, just so you know for when we meet again, is Auron. Now little one, sleep."

Harry's eyes' felt heavy. The next thing he knew was that sleep overcame his wanting for his mummy and daddy and Patfoot and Moony. Thinking about them made him think about what happened the other night. The man in black robes with red eyes' and that horrid voice that made fun of his mummy. Unknown to Harry, tears feel from his closed eyes' leaving a streak of crystal along his cheek.

"Harry." That voice was familiar; but where Harry had heard it before, he didn't know.

"Harry. Its' okay little one, your safe know." The area around Harry changed from a pitch black, to a blinding white. That's when he realised that he was still in a one and a half year olds body, but had the knowledge of a five year old.

"H-hello?" Harry's voice was softer and quitter than he wanted.

"Hello Harry." The speaker came into view. She was a beautiful lady, with blue skin. Her long hair that went to her knees' and the colour of fresh, fallen snow. She wore what looked like a bikini, which was changed colours: from white and pale blue to silver and a soft purple.

Harry said the first thing that came to his small mind, no matter how odd it sounded:

"I know you"

"Yes, little one, you know us. My name is Shiva, the ice goddess. We are your aeons, my child." Unlike her appearance, Shiva's voice was full of warmth and kindness.

"We?"

"Yes. Quezacotl, Ifrit, Siren, Diablos, The Brothers, Carbuncle, Leviathan, Pandemona, Alexander, Bahamut, and I are your birth aeons." As they names were called, each aeon appeared, bowing to Harry. Two other aeons appeared, one looked like some sort of warrior in red, while the other one was a huge shadow.

"Birth aeons?" Harry was totally lost.

"We are the aeons that your are born with. Yojimbo, the one in red, is also an aeon, but he is only a teacher. While the shadow aeon is called Eden. You should feel lucky, for he is the master of aeons, your creator. He will only show himself to beings that he feels' are worthy to be in his precedence. There are many more aeons in the world, but they can only be summoned once they have been Drawed from where they are trapped; in time, you will be able to feel our power and summon it with out trying. You might become strong each to summon Eden."

"How come?"

"Simple, you are a summoner."

"A what?"

"A summoner. An ancient advanced race of beings that could call forth the power of nature and make it do their will. We aeons represent the different elements of nature. Unfortunately, summoners' have become extinct; you are the only one in the world.

But you need training and a good life. So we have decided to send you to a time where you will grow up with a happy family. When you wake up you will be with them. They will teach you the basics' of you need to know. Auron will come and collect you when you are ready.

You need to remember everything that has happened to you so far in your life, so we are going to give Carbuncle a body. He will be there when you wake up. He will have a copy of all your memory and will always be by you side.

Good luck, little one. You will need it."

The world went black and Harry started to dream of a huge man and a flying bike.

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