Knife of Hearts
The dream that was memory was once again upon him.
It was the first thing he remembered, being abandoned.
You see, when he was born almost his entire left side was deformed: his left leg was slightly weaker and thinner than his right; his left arm, while fully functional was hlaf the size of his right; he had no left ear and his left eye was a smooth and unbroken white. All his considerable wiry strength was focused in his right side.
After that he was taken in by a wandering Magician and became a practised clown. He loved his foster father dearly, they were poor in assets yes, but rich in life.
His dream turned dark again: Monsters, Demons attacked them on the road, he was still young back then, all his skill with his knife-like cards and card-themed knives: a present and joke from his foster father, calling him the Knife of Hearts.
Those people with whom the two had worked over the years had picked up on the name, though maybe not the joke, and gave him their own variations of it, like 'Blade of Clubs', 'Knife Hand Blush', and 'Little Diamond Glare'.
But his skills failed him that day, the Demons scarred his face and killed the one who had taught him how to see the truth: how to use his left eye.
Only a spell that should never have been possible spared Allen from joining Mana in death that day.
On that day Allen and a Demon were fused together.
Warning: I have many Muses who don't talk with each other and yet work in shifts, sometimes they're all talking to me at once and other times none of them are even on the same planet as me.
I'm thinking of introducing each character with a simple explanation of how I translated them to this world or just attempting to dive straight into the story, or even calling it quits right now.
Anyway please tell me what you think: Any Questions, Comments, Requests, or Death Threats?
