Aeros was heading home. Training took his mind off of things. His only friends and companions were the animals that lived in this land. He needed no one else. He wasn't sure what to do if he allowed someone into his tightly gaurded heart. Iced over to prevent anyone getting too close. Let someone close and they could be used as a weapon against you. He was now a distant and seemingly indifferent mercenary.<br/><br/>Hated by the law. Feared by those who break it. Whispered about by animal and those needing healing alike. He was all of those things and more. He was a spirit summoner yet no one knew this. It helped being who he was...but whenever he tried to recall what he was...it eluded him easily. Slipped through his mind's fingers like water.<br/><br/>Internally...deeply inside...he wished someone could give him that spark. That jolt into living rather than existing. It was like he existed yet had no life within him. And just by looking at him...you would have to be heartless to not wish to bring life back to this man.<br/><br/>(Picture this playing when you see him like in those movies Hollywood makes)<br/><br/><object height="360" width="640"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/aezAhZhv7v0"/><param name="wmode" value="transparent"/><embed height="360" src="https://www.youtube.com/v/aezAhZhv7v0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="640" wmode="transparent"/></object>