Author's Note: Hello readers! Thanks for taking the time to actually click this story to read! I haven't been writing here for a while so I decided to start fresh. This story will revolve with some events from canon but I will also add some spice of my own to the story. I am currently not able to use my laptop but please be assured that I still have means to write in here. As soon as I get my laptop, my updates could get even faster but please forgive me if I don't update quickly since school will be coming up soon.

Anyways, that is it for now so please enjoy my new ongoing story!

Somewhere in the woods near the city of Orario, a fully cloaked person struggled to keep going in these conditions. He was so close to the city which he hasn't seen for a long time but something kept making him stop in his tracks. Is it maybe the one left eye that he lost from being a careless little boy and running to the dungeon defenseless? He wanted to show his little brother that he could become an adventurer but that one event has scarred him.

Now, he wears a silver eye patch slung around his eye to hide his shame. His silver hair manages to hide the truth about his shame but the limits of his silver hair hiding it was very small. He hasn't seen this city due to certain circumstances but after 10 long years of trauma, he has come back. His right eye was colorless gray and his cloak was only hiding his weary body.

The identity of this mysterious man is known as Will Haliers. His silver hair was messy and cut uneven as if he'd been through a lot of trouble in going to the city. His right eye was deep gray while the other was covered.

The sunny sunrise began to blind the guy. He had to get to the city and try to find a Familia... quick. His past was not a good one and he didn't want it to worsen. Just when he exited the woods and took another long walk, he finally took his first steps on the city grounds. He starts huffing in exhaustion before leaning on a nearby wall and slowly sliding down with his back.

Under his heavily cloaked body, wounds and scars could already be found. He has been alone all this time but one thing has always come in his mind.

"He is here... I can never forget that face and I never will..."

His ragged breath started feeling like only sand in a bottle once he said that. No soul was there to help him in the past and so as the present. In closer inspection, he had a spear hanged on his back and a hood to cover his face. He really did have a companion once but he never trusted any more adventurers as soon as the incident that changed his life occured. Although, that is a story for another time.

His face now trembles from the fatigue he felt but none of the many people pitied the man. How merciless, he thought.

Just before he lost himself to the heavy fatigue he felt, he muttered with an anxious tone,

"Bell Cranel... you are in this city, are you not?"

Something felt different for Bell. Well yes, he has just recently joined the Hestia Familia a few days ago but he felt a stange feeling someone or something needed him. His experience with the dungeon is still a very short one so he plans on training whenever possible. Hestia has allowed him to be a part of the familia even if he was kicked out and looked down by everyone else.

Well, he did look young for his age to be in a harsh dungeon like that.

His most preferred weapon is a dagger, which can allow him to be quick and agile around the monsters around him. His silver hair was slightly messed up due to only waking up recently and the drowziness continued to torment him.

He was supposed to be in the dungeon for his training to be able to gain access to the lower floors aside from 1 and 2 but he needed to take a few supplies for precaution. Eina has always been worried for him ever since he started but Hestia was just as worried for his welfare. Hestia would probably always sigh with relief as soon as he got back from his daily routine, up until evening.

Everything was prepared... more or less. The amount of Valis which was needed for his purchases were not too high so he could probably save up for some new armor or something.

There was quite a crowd in the city square which confused the boy. Well, he knew the place would usually be crowded in the morning for supplies but this seemed strangely not a coincidence. He could even hear some mutters coming from the different people in the area.

"What is that man doing? Is he another one of those people looking for a familia?" a woman whispered to another woman.

"Is he actually dead? He's not moving an inch... poor guy," another person felt pity but refused to help the unconscious guy.

Bell couldn't help but feel even more pity for this guy. Not only did he look like a torn rag doll, but he also reminded Bell of himself before he joined the familia of Hestia. Regardless of how shy and timid he was, he starts squeezing to the crowd to get a better look at him. At first glance, Bell couldn't help but think that this guy appeared much related to his own appearance. Yes, silver hair is the main part which convinced him about that... minus the eyepatch covering his left eye of course. To him, he was like an older version of himself except the part where he had no familia.

Just as Bell was right in front of the man, that man suddenly grabbed Bell by the wrist, Shocking Bell and the crowd as a result. Despite his obvious weak state, the grip of the man was powerful enough to prevent any escape for the timid boy.

"Bell Cranel... you are in my grip, are you not?" the injured man ignored the painful cramps of his body and continued gripping the wrist of Bell, "I've been looking for you for a very long time so let me intro-"

Without warning, he collapsed on Bell and drifted into a sudden slumber. This did not go unnoticed by Bell though. At first, he panicked when a cold and lifeless body fell on him but he did feel that this guy really needed him.

With no reason to leave him alone, Bell barely carries the guy and supports him by putting the weight of this guy on his shoulder. He is noticeably taller than Bell so it took a while for Bell to find a good way to carry this guy. Now that he thinks about it, he has never actually heard the name of him. Hestia wouldn't mind him bringing home a lifeless body right? He isn't actually dead but the way his body feels cold really can mislead anyone.

The day was still a young bright morning. Usually, this would mean a very quiet and rather calm morning but right now, many people were mumbling to each other once more due to the sight of Bell carrying a complete stranger to him.

I hope he'll be okay, Bell thought, he does feel abnormally cold but I can't help but feel tallhat this isn't a normal feeling of coldness...

Of course, Bell kept struggling from ever step he took. His body is still not matured enough due to his age still being a young 14. He couldn't guess the age of the guy since his fatigued expression was worrying him too much.

The abandoned church is not very far ahead but the body being supported by his shoulders is really slowing him down.

Seconds later, a very cold of a person has actually made Bell drop on the ground with the body by 'accidentally' pushing him. From noticing the expression and armor of the man who did this, he was definitely a very proud and arrogant advenurer. This resulted to a pained gasp from the boy. This guy really is heavier than he looks!

As soon as Bell dropped, the cause of this accident started laughing with a grin and eventually left with his companions. Bell knew he shouldn't be easily aggravated by this so he tried to carry the body once again and stood up. He sighs a bit after that and continues his way to the church. It shouldn't take more than 3 minutes before he finally arrives in the home of the Hestia familia.

Unknown to Bell, a certain small girl saw the whole scene and bit her lip after watching how the other people reacted to him.

Adventurers... they're all the same, she thinks to herself before heading back into the alley she has just came from.

Finally, after several minutes of carrying a body that felt lifeless, Bell has entered his familia's home and places the body on the couch before panting to himself. If this was counted as a way to increase his strength, he would have increased it by a few points now.

Hestia seems to have left already. She did tell Bell that she would be having a part-time job to contribute to the funding of their familia but he didn't think she'd leave right after he left.

For now, he sat on a wooden chair near the couch to try and examine the fatigued body in front of him. That cold feeling he felt from him remained unchanged.

"Is he really dead?" Bell questioned himself as he stares in worry at the body. "Hopefully Kami-sama will be here soon... she'll know what to-"

Bell's words were interrupted once again by a hard grip on his wrist.

"Bell... Cranel..." a weak mutter came from the guy, "before I collapse again... My name is..."

"Don't speak," Bell managed to say as he worried for the injured man, "you can tell me everything after you get treated!"

The man reluctantly nods but he still muttered anyway, "Will... Haliers..."

Will then collapses once again and that is when, Hestia suddenly came running from the door like she was being chased but that was not the case. Apparently, she heard the commotion happening in the square and rushed home right after getting permission from her employer and asking the people in the crowd about what happened a while ago.

The reason why she came running home, you ask? She was notified that the person who appeared half-dead was a guy with silver hair, which made her feel uneasy. Hestia didn't want to take any chances so she rushed home to check on the only familia she had. Many have rejected Bell like how many rejected her so she felt deep worry for him. If he was gone, she would feel alone once again and she didn't want that.

She was in relief that the descriptions were not intended to Bell but she did not let the sight of the injured guy on the couch comfort her. She quickly rushes to his side, along with Bell. The cloak he wore was still on him so they removed the clothing to give him some air. Once they did that, the numerous scratches and wounds could be seen on his arms and a bit of his chest. He still had a bit of metallic armor under his cloak.

His spear was placed on the table and the rest of his armor were removed so that they could see if there were any vital wounds that may kill him. Fortunately, none of the wounds seemed vital enough to kill him but any more blood loss really can.

Bell and Hestia quickly rummage for the first-aid supplies in the house. After gathering some of the supplies for patching up the wounds, they both quickly return to the body. Bell quickly takes

out the supplies he bought from the store not so long ago and made Will drink up a potion to allow the pain he feels to lessen. The potion seems to have done its job since Will started to finally feel a bit warm, much to their relief.

"What exactly happened to him, Bell-kun?" the petite goddess asked in curiosity.

"I'm not sure myself, Kami-sama," Bell responded with a bit of confusion, "I only found him unconscious on the ground. No one was helping him so I just couldn't bring myself to just leave him there... I hope you understand, Kami-sama..."

"Of course I understand," Hestia nods earnestly as they both continue to treat the injured Will, "let's just focus on treating his wounds first alright, Bell-kun?"

"Hai, Kami-sama!" Bell nods and continues to treat the injured man with help from Hestia.

Several minutes pass before they actually finish patching up his wounds with wrapped bandages and some cloth to give him some support. Bell and Hestia both sigh in relief after the treatment has completed. For now, they agree to wait for him to wake up so that they could know the true story behind his appearance.

Will later wakes up from his slumber and glances at the two faces staring at him. He sighs in a bit of shock as he notices that all his wounds were treated and that he actually well for a change. Did they actually help a stranger like him? This thought caught him off-guard.

"You two..." Will felt speechless as he noticed that the ones who treated his injuries were the person he was looking for, and the goddess Hestia, "helped me? But why? People would normally ridicule me for my appearance... so why bother to help me? All I wanted is to see one more thing before I lose myself so now I can just-"

"Please don't continue your words..." Hestia muttered in a bit of sadness as if she knew the next set of words he was about to tell.

Will sighed before sitting up from his position and getting a better sight of Bell and Hestia. He knew that as a man of honor, he must repay this big favor to them somehow. Yes, he had that spear for a reason that is yet to be told. He knew exactly what to do.

"I am grateful for what you have both done to me so may I ask just one more request?" he groggily stands up, much to the worry of them, "May I join this familia, Hestia-sama?"

"Wait... what?!" the surprise Bell and Hestia felt was understandable. Anybody would have been shocked to hear a sudden proposal like that.

As a surge of confusion passed through the two of them, Will had other things going on in his mind.

As long as I can relieve this guilty heart... I will be fine, Will continued to watch the somewhat renewed excitement in Hestia's eyes before thinking once more to himself, this will be fun after all.

A smile soon appears on Will's face as he stares at the people with him, "Please take care of me, Hestia-sama," he then turns to the young boy with a small grin in his mind, "and Bell-san..."

The rest of the morning was lively and actually normal after that. Bell's plan to even train in the dungeon today was changed to giving a small tour to the new guy. He had to make him meet Eina and help him get familiar with the city and stuff. Interesting days are about to come.

A/N:

Thanks for the read and few faves and follows minna! The next chapter will start with a slightly changed canon scene so I hope you'll look forward to that!