Shattered Dawn
Summary: The Evans were not truly Evans; no, in fact, had they been given a choice they would have been born as Walkers. HP x DGM
Prologue
There came that fateful day, almost like any other ordinary day, filled to the brim with endless fighting, battling, wounding, healing . . . explosions were heard every minute or two, and the acrid stench of smoke diffused through the air as death and destruction rained down upon the city, leaving mutilated corpses behind to rot and decompose in the streets, with puddles of blood lying here and there. The city itself was near to the end, its walls had long since crumbled from the onslaught of cannons and holy weapons clashing again and again, till the skies were black and gray and there was a substantially lesser amount of enemies on either side. The exorcists, bone-tired and exhausted, were simply fighting because it was their duty to uphold, obliged to save the pitiful souls of the poor Akuma from terrifying distortion. Most of the Finders had already fallen, claimed by the sweet grasp of death. Very few exorcists were left to battle, whilst many more Akuma were abound, created by the being known as Adam, the First Apostle, and more commonly as the Millennium Earl. Not only that, but the Noah family had hardly decreased at all; they were simply at the sidelines, watching the carnage with glee, sadistic smiles warping their dark-toned faces until they truly looked as though they had been born from Satan himself. In between they made almost no interference, being true spectators to the horrific event, just as another was, simply recording the battle as history, never intervening; that was the Bookman's job, after all.
Allen had been separated from his fellow exorcists since the beginning of the mindless war, constantly fighting for his life and nearly having it snuffed out or painfully extinguished many times (courtesy of Tyki and the endless stream of level three and level four Akuma). As he performed another attack, he felt the last remnants of his energy sapped away. He hacked up blood from the orifice, feeling the after effects of overusing his Innocence with no time for rest or recovery. He fell to one knee, breathing heavily as he struggled to maintain consciousness. He couldn't afford to die here, not now when a victory was so crucial. The Black Order had already suffered immense losses, and he was determined not to be counted among them. He would fight. He would keep going forward, walking and walking, fighting and fighting, until the last Akuma was finished, and at last he could lay his weary soul to peace. Everything was for Mana, who, despite the stinging realization that Mana might not have loved him at all, seeing only the fading face of his younger brother Neah, the fourteenth Noah residing in Allen's body, Allen still loved.
"Exorcist!" a guttural howl rang out behind him. Allen knew that he would have to stand up if he wanted to fight and survive. He staggered to his feet once again, turning to face the Akuma that was targeting him. But he was not prepared for the abrupt destruction of a building next to him, the wicked red and orange flames reaching for the sky and swallowing the entire street whole, sweeping up any Akuma, Exorcist, Finder, and bodies in existence there with it. Everyone one else could only look on helplessly as Allen Walker, the miracle worker and accused traitor of the Black Order, disappeared into the raging fire.
And when the battle was finally at its end, the Earl had won. He and the Noah family vanished, leaving nothing but the smoldering ruins of the city behind. What they did not know was that Allen Walker still lived, despite the teetering amount of evidence that he had apparently burned to death in the flames. No, he still lived, the Fourteenth's genes within him made sure of that. There were very few survivors, who had either hidden from the Earl or had been knocked unconscious and been mistaken for dead. Among them were Kanda Yuu, Lavi Bookman Jr., Cross Marian, Komui Lee, Froi Tiedoll, and Winters Sokaro. In a few minds, it still had not registered to them that Allen was gone, and he would not resurface. Both Kanda and Lavi did not believe it. Cross denied it. Komui doubted it. But the harsh reality of the situation set in sooner or later. The Black Order was gone, demolished, destroyed, leaving almost no survivors, and letting the terrifying power of the Earl and the Noah run rampant around the world. They would not settle for it. For now they would have to take time to recover, and when they finally rejoined the public flow of time, they would settle everyone once and for all.
Of course, this was all calculated assuming that Allen Walker was, indeed, still alive, and had somehow survived the raging inferno that had swallowed him up in the street. Cross vehemently asserted that his idiot apprentice wasn't so weak that he would die from such a measly little flame. Lavi had agreed, and, grudgingly, so had Kanda.
Allen's body, nor a charred corpse carrying his characteristics, had ever been found during their slow cleanup and recovery, so it was indeed assumed that Allen Walker was alive, and was healing himself just as they were, biding his time until he could meet with them again, to fight the Earl and the Noah. But as the years passed and not once did they hear any sort of news about him, nor did they meet him, see him, or greet him, they became discouraged in their belief.
In the end, only Cross Marian thought that his idiot apprentice was still alive, and he would not sway from his assertion no matter how hard they attempted to persuade him otherwise.
I have, like, no excuse for this. Spur of the moment. I'm serious. I'm chugging through my finals, but I still have time to write this stuff and not new chapters for any of my previous stories; that's just sad, isn't it? Review, please?
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