Author's note: I can't help it! I need to make another story! I swear I will update my other stories too! OKAY?! Now just appreciate my new stories! XD also I'm changin' this a bit, so yeah. It's my story I can do whatever I want! XD

Prologue

'Allen-kun!'
'Moyashi.'
'Moyashi-chan!'

Voices ever so distant, echoed and rippled. He heard nicknames, Allen's and Allen-kun's. He balled his fists before he punched the ground with all his might. Truth be told, it wasn't much. He has fatigued and all he wanted to do was sleep. But he knew if he did so, he wouldn't be able to wake up and keep walking. He'd be lost in a tale where his friends, his allies, weren't dead. He'd dream of a Utopia; where there wasn't war, not to mention, the 'Holy war'.

The white-haired boy grit his teeth. What 'Holy' war? It was a WAR for crying out loud! There is nothing 'Holy' about a WAR where thousands- no- MILLIONS. DIED!

Tears found their way down his wounded and bloody cheeks. The droplets created stains on the snow-covered ground below. His eyes were full of despair and longing as he stared at the grey, cloudy sky above. He took a moment to calm down before he decided to face the disgusting truth that lay dead before him.

His felt his stomach churn and twist as he saw the sight before him. Mangled, bloodied corpses lay in twisted ways before him. The science division lay in a heap whereas exorcist bodies were scattered on the battlefield.

He had created the third side. It was made of a few Noah; Tyki, Road, Sheryl and Wisely. Tyki and Road joined him willingly, while Sheryl and Wisely hesitated at first before complying with the request.
The exorcists on the side included; Lavi, Lenalee, Kanda, Miranda, Krory, Cross, Tiedoll, Marie and few more (including some generals.). He had the whole science division supporting him.

Then, one foolish mistake he-not even Neah- could've realised, was the fact that the Earl had tampered with Allen's emotions, causing the ark to lose control. The science division came back and soon they were nothing but dead bodies.

They had fought so hard. But, at the sight before him, Allen wished he was stronger. That he was able to be their shield, instead of them being his. He gave out a cry of agony, both physically and emotionally.
He had just taken out the Earl's sword out of his stomach. It was beside him. He stared at it and felt fury surge through him as he saw blood from him and his comrades.

'Shounen! You cheated! I know you did!'
'Allen~ Wear this dress I made especially for you~!'
'You should stop worrying, your mind is a mess.'
'Allen-kun~ Let me adopt you~'
'MY SWEET ADORABLE NEPHEW! YOU CAN'T BE ADOPTED!'

Before the final battle happened, Allen remembered his life 35 years ago. He was the younger brother of both Neah D. Campbell and Mana D. Campbell. He had learnt that the Millennium Earl was someone he and his brothers had cared for in the past.
He realised why Cross had said that he would to kill a loved one.

Even as memories rushed through his mind like a wave, he had a calm expression. It had been one of his best abilities he had picked up from his earlier days; wearing a façade.

What was he supposed to do?
"Keep walking forward." Neah answered.
"Where would I go? There's nothing left…" Allen sobbed.
"We'll begin a new chapter, a new road to walk on." Neah said in a soothing voice.
"Don't leave me…" Allen pleaded.
"Never again." Neah smiled in Allen's subconsciousness.

Allen left his subconscious and the nightmare before him distorted into a vivid white light. Then the next thing he knew was an office of some sort and an old, long bearded man in robes.