[b]A gust of wind caught Alon by surprise, its force unnatural even for the current weather... And it was only followed by the sense of insanity and mind numbing emptiness. Most couldn't sense such a presence, but Alon was a trained mage... And this force was an objection to everything within order... It was a blasphemous entropy.[/b] [i]"I came here to find he greats. Courier Six... Martyr... I know Ronin and Marshal... I even know you... But I didn't imagine a boy who... Throws tantrums. I'd get it more if you were like the rest of us... But you aren't."[/i] [b]The voice wasn't harsh or degrading, not rude or angry... Rather, calm and calculating, the voice of a genius...[/b] [b]The gentle crunch of snow underfoot echoed around the trees as the newcomer looked at Alon's handiwork.[/b] [i]"Well, Alon. Tell me... What plagues you?"[/i] [b]The voice inquires, not quite in his observable range as it seemed to drone on, its conformity to the deprivation of emotion seemingly brought on by disappointment. But maybe it just didn't understand... How could it? It was clearly a new voice... But who?[/b] [i]"I don't know... Maybe it's unfair to assume that you don't have your own demons, but I would still like to know the reason. I've heard lots about you. You'll have to pardon my curiosity."[/i]