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than whole and was probably the sole reason he was hidden away here until he could find himself once again.
    Looking out upon the epic power of the Dark God, Aen could see his reflection in the glass. Not much of him looked like the being that saved Terra Sol anymore. Gone was the look of innocence and hurt. Gone was the bright eyed and hopeful savior. Now he was hardened. Two years on the icy moon alone tore the innocence away and made him stronger. Along with the loss of memories, Aen was no longer the being that inspired many to fight on in life. He was a shadow of the man he used to be, a ghost of the prophecy of the Harbinger.
    He wore his hair longer now than it was in the files, hanging to mid torso in its dark blue color with lighter blue highlights. Aen let it hang over his face to cover the glowing blue eyes that no longer showed hope and love as they once did, but the haunting glow still shone through regardless. He stood at an impressive six foot seven inches and was a statuesque figure of lean musculature. Not bulky but yet with a look that was carved from stone. Dressed in only a greyish colored under layer of the Ifierin armor, he looked like the literal fallen god. The sad, unwritten ending to the prophetic tale of Aen.
    The deck rumbled beneath his feet, breaking him away from his silent desolation as the station’s thrusters ignited to push away from the grasp of the black hole’s ever reaching grasp. Every few hours, the station would pull itself back a little more as even from here the gravity well of the dark monster pulled it ever closer to its hungry maw. Aen could feel these ‘ghosts’ that drove the other sentient beings to abandon this place and paid them little attention. This close to such an immense gravity field, it messed with the brain’s ability to perceive reality in the normal way. The black hole warped time and space to the degree that every so often echoes from the past were heard in the here and now. In a way the station was haunted, but it was the darkness of the great beyond within the black hole itself and not ghosts and demons.
    Then there were the whispers, the ones that were similar to what Aen could remember hearing on the frozen surface of the moon he was trapped on. He had used the access to the Imperial Archives given to him to research this matter and found his assumption to be right. The stars themselves were alive and as they were, so was this dark being before him now! On the moon, the host star murmured to him constantly, but here the black hole spoke to him directly and by name. The darkness reached out to him and all others around it!
    It whispered things only the darkness would know, secrets and vile deeds done in the name of evil. It whispered for him to end his struggle and to throw himself into its depths to join his power with its own, which Aen laughed off. But most importantly, it whispered about a coming storm that would break upon the shores of the Empire of Light and change it forever. These whispers, Aen paid the most attention to. These whispers told of the fall of the only one to help him, Iana.
    Then it occurred to him that the engines had been running for more than just the initial burst needed to free the station from the grasp of the gravity well. For a moment he thought that it may be a supply ship docking to unload, but there was not a scheduled delivery of parts and sensors to arrive for another few months. Aside from the Empress, there was only one other that knew he was here, but as soon as he felt the first footfalls upon the station’s floors he knew it wasn’t Bryx. Instead of the heavy crashes of the ten foot J’Karin, there were three sets of light and careful feet treading cautiously from the docked vessel. Aen knew immediately the Guild had sent their prized assassins - the Forgotten - to investigate the ghostly station. It was only a matter of time until his constant inquiries into the database attracted attention. Three years was a