It feels so good to be back in business!

The character Aeon does not belong to me, he belongs to Castlevania.

-14

Cynder smiled to herself as she neared the temple. "I'm glad I was able to let go. I feel a lot better knowing that at least Spyro's happy." She floated back down to the ground in the forest near the temple. "I think I'll walk the rest of the way. I like this part of the forest." Cynder proceded to stroll down the beaten path to the temple, enjoying the smell of the trees and the feeling of the dirt on her paws. Behind her, she could here another person walking a few feet away in the same direction. The pattern of the footsteps told her that the person was merely walking, and not trying to sneak up on her. Assuming that the other person was just a traveler, she ignored them.

Half an hour ago, in WarFang...

Dragons and moles roamed through the busy streets of the great city. Near the main gate, a small festival was being held where citizens were dancing and eating. In a corner near the secondary gate that actually lead to the city, there was a brief flash of blue light. When the flash vanished, a human man stood in its place. He stood about 5'11", with a slim but strong build. This man was the definition of elegance, with white pants that had laces below the knees on the front of each leg, they opened right at the top of his feet so they wouldn't rumple up in the front and the back hovered just an inch above the ground. He wore black boots with a classy white pattern on the front and sides. More up, he wore an extremely complex, highly detailed, tailor-made white coat that had many studs on the edges, a collar that went sraight up, a spiked lapel that flared out on his chest, and under that was a white shirt that opened at the bottom to show his black and white belt buckle, his shirt collar also went straight up. Tucked into his coat was a black-and-white-striped ascot. Black leather gloves with grey-striped sleaves vanished under his coat sleaves. In his left hand he held a pocket watch chained to the front of his coat, the face of the watch had thirteen hours on it. In his right hand was a gigantic pocket watch that had what could only be descraibed as wings on the edges, it was connected to a ring on his coat with a very large chain and also had thirteen hours on it, there was an empty slot above each hour. The man had a very handsome face with tan skin and neck-length white hair, and a monocle over his right eye. His eyes were a light blue. No one noticed this man because they were to busy with the festival. The man looked at his smaller pocket watch. "Right on time," he said with an elegant voice. "Madam Celia will be please to know I've arrived on the correct date, now to find out more about her guests."

Cynder was close to the entrance. She noticed that the footsteps behind her vanished, but thought nothing of it. "I can't wait to take a bath and start the day right." Soon she saw the entrance, with the dragon statues surrounding the place as if they were guarding it. She saw a strange figure right by the door. "Who is that?" The figure came into focus as she got closer. It was a human man with white elegant clothing, white hair, and a large clock in his right hand. Cynder was confused, having never seen a human before. She approached the strange man. "Excuse me, but what are you doing here?"

The man looked at his smaller watch and gave a barely noticeable smile. "You're just in time. I'm here to see you actually."

"Me?" Cynder asked. "Why me?"

"Well to be more specific, you're one of the people I'm here to see. I was sent here to examine the inhabitants of this temple."

"That sounds suspicious. How do I know you're not planning something crafty? And just what are you?"

"If you must know, I am a human. And I assure you I have no malicious intentions. I'm here to observe only."

Cynder gave the man a curious look. "I'm not sure if I should trust you."

"Then how can I gain your trust?" The man asked patiently.

"Can you fight?"

"Yes, and I am very skilled as a matter of fact."

"Alright then," Cynder said with a smile. "Fight me. If I win, you'll have to leave. If you win, then I'll let you in."

"Very well then. My name is Aeon by the way." Aeon tucked his small pocket watch into his pocket, then gripped his larger clock with both hands. The hour hand shifted to the X and the minute hand shifted to the III. (remember there are thirteen hours, so this makes them straight) Both clock hands suddenly extended, exiting the frame of the clock and growing very large, turning the clock into a weapon. Aeon held the handle turner of his clock-sword with his right hand, and steadied the blade with his left. "Let us begin."

-14

If you want to actually see what Aeon looks like, go to the Castlevania wiki.

For all of you, I have some great news! I've started a FictionPress account, Queen of the Wyrms. I'm working on a story called Tukili the Bard. I hope you can check it out!

PS, Does anyone else think the catacombs level in DotD was completely pointless? Seriously they spent an hour trying to open a door just so everyone could walk 500 ft. Don't get me wrong the level was fun, I just think it would have saved them a lot more time to just fly, that way they could have gotten there before the Destroyer.