The blinding violent lights died as the seven know emotions gathered at his hand.

The Guardians were frightened by such display of power, to gather all that power in one hand. They feared the effect of such power on a mind, power of corruptions and they were not prepared to deal with such threats.

Their powers have not returned fully.

They didn't want another Volthoom. They were not ready to fight another bloody war. They should not have led him to Oa.

Zion looked to his hands, he was holding the very power of the cosmos, just a few steps shy from total control. He could not yet access the hidden forces that are sealed within the source wall. They should forever be kept there.

The hidden forces were dangerous, a single moment of weakness would doom the universe.

Zion now turned to different emotions, ones that were prevalent yet not so seen. First came the light of Joy, a golden light like a comforting morning breeze.

"In the light of joy, we find our way, Bringing Brightness to each day. With Happiness, our guiding ray, we rise, come what may"

The sparkling light showered Oa in its brilliance, condensing to a small form of a golden figure, one similar to a child. The ethereal being radiated boundless joy, one that was pure as a child's. This was embodiment of Joy, Euphori.

"Come," Zion requested,

The child giggles as she condensed into ring forming around Will and Love. The guardians were overwhelmed, the new light had been condensed. A new force awakened.

Zion wasn't done yet, "In shadows deep, our hearts mourn, Through grief and loss, our strength born. With sorrow's power, we sworn, Flickering lights, Guide the forlorn."

A grey light flooded Oa, drowning all in sorrow, dragging their sorrows out. Many collapsed, crying in shear sadness of their fates. They could not even look up. The sadness hidden deep overwhelmed them.

The light condensed to a form of a curled up snail, radiating a sorrow of loss.

Zion didn't command it as it condensed next to compassion and hope. Creating the tenth ring, a major part of the emotional spectrum.

"This should be enough."

With it, Zion now had all the light he need to call upon Life. With the lights gathered, she would be attracted here.

A moment later a White light of Life encompassed Oa.

Unlike before, Zion was drawn into the Light, untraped by his control. The Light of Life was powerful, more than the Emotions. Light that birthed it all. Zion surrounded by white light stood alone.

"Why have your called upon me?" A voice asked, "The war of light not yet here."

Zion turned, his eyes met with the one that looked similar to the Oans. But he knew she doesn't look like that. Its a form that she had taken the form of the oldest lifeforms of the Universe.

"The war will not arrive," Zion stated.

"I know," She agreed. "Yet, war of light is inevitable. The blackest Night must be defeated."

"He will be," Zion spoke, confident. "Join my quest, become the spear that will End the Night."

The entity looked at Zion, to his soul and emotions. She could see the lives he held, ones that were beyond this universe. Each a complexity than those that lived here. Yet she could not see death in them. No, they have defeated death many times. Yes, these live held live of millions, a web that spread across the omniverse.

"I shall lend you my powers, Zion." She answered.

Zion nodded and felt her presence condense. The white light condensed into the eleventh ring, encompassing the emotions. Containing it all within it. With the white Light condensed, Zion's preparations were done.

Zion took a step forward, crossing many spartial units in a moment and clasped his hand around the fleeing object. The instant he touched, the black light tried to seep into his body, to gain control. But others lights rippled the darkness, battling its control.

Zion didn't wait and slapped the object into the spinning rings of light. The Black ring of Death dissolved into pure black as it was imprisoned within the rings. Zion began to force his will into the light, connecting to the concept of death.

All turned void as a black skeleton appeared. Holding its syth it looked down at Zion, its predatory eyes looking to consume Zion. Yet, Zion was protected by the white light and the assistance of the other emotions increased its strength.

"Kneel," Zion ordered,

Chains manifested in the void, its clanging echoing in time. The sheer force used here would be enough to move a solar system. Each chain, this and strong, bound Nekron. The embodiment of death. The Blackest night.

The chains pulled.

Nekron retaliate, yet he couldn't retaliate. He was weak and his powers were countered by Life. The chained pulled, dragging Nekron to his new prison withing the rings. The black dissolved, the darkness of death sealed.

Zion now stood at the empty space, far away from any life. Nekron was good at hiding, if he hadn't felt the ring, it would have ran away. Zion now held the power of a cosmic force, one powerful force of the universe that governs sentient.

Zion reached to his hand and pulled the Spearhead of destiny. The nth metal shaft will not be needed any more. Zion closed his other hand, compressing all the power into a single sphere. The sphere had a white outlive with a black fill with different colour specks floating in them. Life and Death, and the emotions in-between.

The sphere morphed, turning ito a shaft, perfect for the spearhead.

Zion brought the spear head near the shaft. Tendrils of black and white extended from the shaft, they sung into the spearhead, connecting with the divinity in the spear. The space rippled as the forces coiled, Essence of life and death existed in the spear, bonding with the White and Black.

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The spear head fitted perfectly ot the shaft, a new weapon formed.

A new Spear of destiny, far more powerful than before. One that was just shy of ready to slay some fake gods. He fear only one GOD and those faker would meet his blade. Zeus would be the one to trouble him, then the main faker of other pantheons.

He hoped they would not come after him because, he need some powered fighters in his army. He didn't want to end a whole set of Pantheons because their head couldn't think. Zion shrunk the spear and hung in on his waist. He need not worry of who would steal it.

No one could touch his weapon.

Zion took another step, reaching Oa. He returned above where he summoned the entities. The whole city was a mess. The earthquakes he had sent with each summons had caused too much damage, non irreparable. Yet he felt a bit guilty.

Zion willed, forcing reality to shift and return the place to what it was before. The building were restored in a moment as if they never broke.

Those that were recovering from the destruction watched in awe as all of it vanished. The guardians looked to the Sky, watching the tall figure who stood confidently. They now regretted bringing him to Oa, their arrogance had clouded their judgment.

Maybe sealing their emotions and acting as if it all just inevitable had corrupted their judgment.

Maybe Ganthet and Sayd were right? They have lost their ways.

Maybe the peace they have is nothing but a fragile shell.

"Guardians, your purpose is not yet done," Zion spoke as he turned to the side, where space torn open.

From the space appeared the Zamarons. The tall and slender blue females, counter part of the Guardians. They were different than the guardians, who had changed their appearance in the Eon of their existence. They appeared back in Oa after staying separated from the affairs of the Guardians.

They weren't here for the Guardians, their leader clad in the power of Violet. It was dim and drained, the crystal shattered in her hand. They were here to find the reason.

Another two appeared, these looked like guardians, yet they wore blue robes and used the power of hope. They were beckoned by the Light of Hope.

"Thank you for gathering here," Zion spoke with authority, "I hope you all will drop your differences and work for the betterment of the Universe."

Zion wasn't asking.

The Maltusians didn't answer. They understood the one before them held so much power, incomparable to the one they hold. There was no defying, there was not fighting. They could only choose to compromise.

Zion looked away from them to all those that stood below, in their original form without their uniform. Their rings were destroyed when he summoned Ion. He willed the power from the spear, forming new rings for the Lanterns. The rings glowed with different colors, ones with even mixed colors. The hundreds of rings, floated like stars before him.

"Go, Choose your champions," Zion ordered.

The ring shivered before they flew away from him. These new ring had little limitations, yet harder restrictions to use. They rings would choose only the best of champions, who would stand true in a fight. Those that truly felt the emotions with untapped potential.

The rings flew and choose their new champions, the new Lanterns who will fight for peace of this universe. They would become heroes.

Some rings chose the former Lanterns, Including Hal, Senestro, Bookika and Kilowog. THey gained different rings. Hal gained Will, Kilowog hope with a specks of will, Boodika Anger, Senestro fear and will.

Some more were also chosen and other flew to the space, to find their new champions.

Zion brought a new age of Lanterns. "The champions will be brought here to train, Train them well," Zion gave them orders before vanishing.

The Maltusians were silent. The Lanterns turned to Guardians for explanations. The Guardians looked at each other. They have to deal with the mess now. They all collectively agreed to follow, to continue what they did before, to protect peace.

"This is a message to all Lanterns, Gather," The Guardians sent a message.

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Zion appeared back home.

His room in the crystal city. He detransformed, returning to his human form. His cloths returned to normal. He removed the long coat and threw it to the hanger. He stretched his neck, his face relaxing. His reached for the spear at his hip and laid it on the table next to him.

He walked forth and dropped to the couch, one long and comfy. Created just for him to have the most comfortable sleep.

*Meow*

A cat meowed.

Zion turned his head to the sound. The white and grey Kucing cat with strips running all over its body lazily walked towards him. It them jumped up, landing on his chest. It laid down without a care, purring as he strokes its back.

The cat closed its eyes, going into sleep mode.

Zion looked at his cat, "Lets sleep then, Eon."

Zion closed his eyes, his hands gently stroking his cats. The two drifted to sleep, Zion in the warmth and purring of his cat and Eon in the warth and heartbeat of his owner.

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Zai who watched this didn't disturb Zion. But he was really was in a pickle. Superman had come to the city with Wonder Woman and he doesn't look pleased. I mean, who would not be when everyone who wants to meet Zion go to him.

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I added the cat part because my cat died, His name was Eon. He will be here now.