Beron had been awake for what seemed like hours. He had been sitting at the window since had awoken, listening to the angelic music played from outside. He would have left his room, but he didn't know whether he was allowed to or not. He had his eyes closed, thinking of Lora. He was so enveloped in the music; he didn’t hear the door open and close. "I know you love the music, but it is time to leave this room."
Beron opened his eyes as if waking from a dream. He turned to see Dariolus, though he wasn't surprised, holding new clothes. Dariolus placed the clothes on the bed, and then turned to wait outside so Beron could change. Beron inspected the clothes; they were all white and made from a material he had never seen before. They were soft as the air around him, yet he sensed they were stronger than the hardest metal. There was a tunic with golden string and silver buttons and had a low, golden collar and golden cuffs. The pants also had golden strings and golden cuffs but no buttons. The sandals had little wing symbols and were made from a material like leather, but sturdier. There was also a white robe with a hood, and golden trimmings. He adorned the clothes but he noticed something: the clothes were too large. Just as soon as he noticed this, the clothes re-adjusted to fit him. Cool, thought Beron.
When he left the room, there was someone waiting for him. The guide had shoulder length, blonde hair that curled slightly at the base of the neck. Her eyes were an aquamarine color and carried sadness in them. She was only a couple inches shorter than Beron. She had pink lips and a small nose with small ears. She was slender, but beautiful. "Hello, Beron," she said, "I'm your Aunt. My name is Angeline."

Away in another part of the palace, there was a lot of arguing. In a room that Beron wasn't allowed to see yet, sat seven men and women, each wielding a different power. There was Dariolus, the Sky Mage, Serris, the Fire Mage, Korren, the Water Mage, Gaia, the Earth Mage, Nuthian the Metal Mage, Morpheus, the Animal Mage, and Velenor, the Mage of Time. They were in the midst of arguing about Beron. Most of them agreed that he was on their side, but one of them argued differently. "No!" said Serris, with a deep voice, "He isn't one of us! He has more power than any of us do. He could destroy us all without blinking. I say we get rid of him."
"You would kill him? A boy of 19 years? You would have to kill me first, for he is my family," said Dariolus.
"Dariolus is right. We cannot kill him. He is too great. And he is on our side." said Korren in her heavy Swahili accent.
"Yes he is. He has no knowledge of how to use his power anyways." said Gaias, the one with an Australian accent.
"Which is why we must kill him, while we have the chance!" said Serris.
"Enough!" said , who had an English accent, "The boy shall not be killed. And no one should let that thought enter their minds." He looked directly at Serris with a burning gaze, "He will be trained to use his power by myself, as I am the most powerful of us all. His swordsmanship will be taught by Korren, for she is the best of us all. Nuthian will make his armors and weapons so that he will be ready. Morpheus will make his clothing. Lastly, all of us, except Serris and I, will work on bringing all of the people he cares about here so that they may not be used against him by Malpatorn. Serris, you will stay away from the boy and undergo judgment training. It is obvious that you cannot be trusted with a real job until you have a clear mind. Does anyone have a question? Then get to work."

Angeline and Beron were in a room known as the Hall of Legends. "This room contains all the prophecies of old. Including yours."
Beron looked at the mural she had indicated. There was a man in white robes with a golden light emanating from his heart. There was a darkness surrounding him and it showed his light repelling the darkness. Beside him, a woman held his arm, while he shielded her from the clutches of evil. "This is me..."
"Yes, it is you. You are destined to fight the darkness, using the power you possess."
"What power?"
"Is it not obvious? Your love for Lora makes you strong; your love for her gives you your powers."
"My love?"
"Yes, Beron. Your love is the source of your power."
Beron thought about Lora and his love for her. He began to feel something that he had never felt before: a power source from within him. "You feel it, don't you? The power resonating inside you. The power that comes from your very heart."
"I...I feel it."
"The heart is a most curious object. It binds us all together, and connects us with threads stronger than any other. It is the very key to our existence. But for you...your heart is more special than any other. Your heart has a power that has only been seen once before. Only the truest, purest love can claim this power. You are the only one in existence with this kind of power."
Beron thought about Lora and felt her consciousness coming closer. "They're bringing her here aren't they?"
"How..."
"I can feel her presence...they're bringing her here to protect her."
Beron was surprised at what he was saying. He was using his powers without even realizing it. "Yes, Beron. They are bringing her here. As well as all of your loved ones. So they will be protected from the dark ones.
Suddenly something occurred to Beron. Something that he knew would happen. "They're bringing them all here?" he asked her hurriedly.
"Yes."
"Oh no...You must take me to them, before it's too late!"
She looked puzzled, but she led Beron along the hall and exited through the door they had used to get in. They rushed along the white corridor until they reached a pair of giant, golden doors at the end of the corridor. She pushed the doors open, but it was too late; they were already warping them here. At the sound of the doors opening, the group's concentration was broken and there was a loud popping noise. "No!" yelled a dark-skinned woman in blue robes.
"What happened?" asked a man in brown robes.
They all looked at Beron, as he started to ask, "You cannot summon them! If they start vanishing, one by one, then he’ll notice and begin killing them."
"We know that, Beron!" said a man wearing furs.
"We were trying to bring them all here at the same time, but...you interrupted and now...well...we don't know what happened to them..." said Dariolus.
Beron looked ashamed of himself and scared. "Well, how do we find out what happened to them?"
"By asking me." said a voice behind him.
Beron turned and saw a man who looked extremely old. He had silver hair with a long silver beard. He wore golden robes with silver trimmings and carried a golden staff with a silver sun and moon at the top, and silver stars engraved all over the staff. But his eyes were the things that stood out the most; instead of white, his eyes had silver, instead of normal colors, his eyes were gold. "I am Velenor, the Mage of Time. And I know what happened to them; they were sent to different eras throughout the past. You should not have interrupted them, but what is done is done. We will train you to use your powers, and then you must go and find them. You will begin from the past and work your way forward. As for now, they are safe. Your training begins...now!"
He hit the floor with the staff and Beron's world vanished in a flash of white light.

When he could see again, Beron saw himself in a room of pure white light. It didn't blind him, just like the bright flash. "This is the training room where we train our powers. And this is where you will learn to use yours." said Velenor from behind him.
"We’ll begin immediately, right?"
"Of course. Now hold out your palm."
"Which one?"
"Either."
Beron held his left palm out towards Velenor. Velenor grasped Beron's palm with both hands and lightly pressed on its center. He gently massaged his palm and worked his way over the entirety of his hand, before removing his hands. "Now, think of a ball of fire in front of your palm."
Beron imagined that there was a fireball in front of his hand, and began to feel a tingling sensation crawling from his head to his shoulder and down his arm. It didn't feel bad; it felt good. He lifted his palm and saw a ball of fire hovering over it. He moved it from one hand to the other. "Now imagine it going out."
Beron did so and the ball of fire vanished. "So...if I imagine something, it'll happen?"
"Within reason. For us, if we imagine a building lifting, nothing will happen. However, our powers have limits. Yours do not. We have no idea what you are fully capable of and I have every intention of finding out. Now, imagine a ball of water in your hand."
Beron was going to, but he found himself imagining a water dragon. Suddenly, a watery Chinese dragon spouted out of nowhere and flew around roaring loudly. Beron saw the look on Velenor's face and the dragon vanished. "Err...something the matter?”
“Only the fact that it normally takes centuries to be able to do what you just did.”
“Really? All I did was imagine something and-”
At that moment, the fiery falcon he had been imagining appeared out of nowhere. “Amazing! I want to see the limit of your powers, if they have any. Imagine anything.”
Beron thought hard before deciding. He threw his arms down to his side and his entire body lit on fire. “This is trippy.”
Beron released the fire body and imagined an air board made from metal. Beron mounted the newly crafted board and sailed through the, if it could be called that, air. “This is awesome!”
He came to a landing and thought of something spectacular: A form of himself with every element combined into one. His body first was covered in fire. Water came next, followed by wind, earth, stone, metal, fur, ice, wood, and finally arrived at a hundred foot tall golden form with six, thirty foot long white wings, glowing, white eyes, shoulder length, white hair, a white linen wrap, white sandals, and a white sword. The wings were all white and the sword had ancient runes like the ones on the mural. “By all the stars in Heaven…I…I have only seen this once before…”
“I now know who I am. I am Beronias, Mage of Light.” His voice echoed with the immense power he now wielded.
As he said this, a white heart connected to a second heart appeared on his chest. Beron knew where his destiny lay at last.
He found that in this form, his powers were intensified. He was more powerful.
When he had fully tested his “Archangel Mode,” as he had dubbed it, he returned to his normal form and asked, “So where exactly in the past did they all go?”