I've been thinking. I wonder how many people here know what an Aeon is. Not the kind from FFX either. I created my Aeons long before I heard about the game, so there you go. Now, how many people know what one is?
For those who have ever wondered, or those that have just started wondering, I dedicate this to you. It's the story of not only Allik, but of his friends, and his family. It may not exactly say what one is, but it should tell you of their past, present and future.

Prologue
The planet Aeon. A world inhabitated by pacifists.
The population of this planet have only 1 land, but it is a land of peace and prosperity. They see no need for war, and so have dedicated their lives to solving all the probloms their world has. As such, no-one is diseased, no-one goes hungry, no-one is poor and no-one is dying.
Today is a special day for the Aeons, for their leader, King Azimos Aeon, celebrates the birthday of his only son Maxen, who will one day be leader of the world...

"Solos Machin Legend!"
Solos looked up from his work to see hs wife Keri standing in the doorway to his workshop, her hands on her hips and a smile on her face. He smiled too. He knew he couldn't have been happier if he was Azimos himself.
"Yes Keri?" he asked her.
"Do you know what day it is today?"
He looked at a calendar that hung over the window. "The vernth of Fernus. Why? What's so important about today?"
"Oh come one. You know as well as I do what today is"
Solos looked puzzled. "Sorry, but I really have....Oh right" he said as realization dawned on his face.
"So just what time were you planning on going to the palace?" Keri asked.
"Umm...well, now I suppose. Is Allik ready?"
"He's already set off. You know how he gets"
Solos nodded. His son was getting more independant now, and there was nothing he could do about it.
"Pretty sensible really. He knows we old folk will just slow him up"
Keri laughed, and kissed her husband on the cheek, before leaving for the palace. Solos put a cover over his work, although he knew it would be safe, and quickly followed her.

Quite a crowd was gathered outside the immense tower known as the Aeon palace. Since nothing would happen for another few minutes yet, they were mostly talking amongst themselves, or observing the beauty of the forest surrounding the structure.
Inside, Azimos was watching his son putting on his specal robes. It was traditional for all princes to wear it during important occasions, and this was particularly special. Azimos loved his son more than anything else, and wanted the whole world to know it.
"Son, you make that robe look like it was made for you" he remarked.
Maxen Aeon looked at himself in the mirror. He looked out of place covered in such bright colours, when he himself was dark in colour.
"I look weird, father" he turned to face the king.
Azimos smiled. "What makes you think that, Maxen?"
"I look so...colourful. I feel ridiculous. Can't I just wear my armour?"
Azimos sighed. For some reason, Maxen had wanted a suit of armour made from the darkest materials on Aeon. Although he had to admit it did suit him more than the robe, he wished he wouldn't wear it. It gave the impression that his son was warlike, which he strongly hoped wasn't the case. There hadn't been an Aeon like that for as long as history was recorded, and he didn't want his son to be the first.
"Maxen, please. Wear the robe. Just for today. Please?" he asked his son.
"Fine" Maxen gave in.
"Excellent. Now come on. The world awaits"

Allik Legend lay with his eyes closed in the grass, underneath the shade of a tall tree. He felt guilty about leaving his parents behind, but he knew that if he hadn't hurried they would never have got a good place. Although this happened once every cycle, the king always made it seem like it would never happen again.
"Hello son"
Allik opened his eyes and was shocked to find his father's head looking straight at him. He quickly recovered though, and gave his father a hug.
"'Bout time you two made it. I don't think it'll be much longe'til..."
The sound of horns rudely interrupted Allik. As one Aeon, the crowd looked up to see their leader walking onto the balcony. Some cheered whilst other clapped, but generally everyone made some noise. Azimos lifted his hand to order silence.
"My loyal Aeons. Today we are gathered to celebrate the anniversary of the birth of my only son, Maxen Aeon. You know, it doesn't seem that long ago since he was a small child in my arms. But now, he prepares for the day he shall succeed my throne and become ruler of this world. Fellow Aeons, may I present to you..."
He beckoned for Maxen with his hand. The prince strode forward, the robe trailing on the floor like a cloak. He stood next to his father on the balcony of the palace.
"...Prince Maxen Aeon, soon to be ruler of the planet!"
The crowd below cheered, waved, whistled, clapped and shouted to the King and his heir. Maxen looked at them all as they showed their approval of him.
Sooner than you think, father he thought. Sooner than you think...