As Tyki lifted Allen's limp body from the ground, his huge bulk over powered Allen's small frame. Tyki was the dark to Allen's light, the harsh to his fragile. Only later would they realize this.

Tyki had only found Allen by the soft glow of his hair. He was walking home from the Pub, when he had turned into the alley to his apartment. At first he had thought the light was only a side effect form having one…or three more whiskeys then he should've, but as he drew closer, he saw the pale skin and outline of a boy that couldn't be older than 15. He was fat asleep on the wet, cold cement. Tyki crept closer, trying to not scare the child. He peered at his face, and drew in a sharp breath. The features that were delicately carved into the boy's face were fairy-like, with a sharp pointed nose but soft cheekbones. His mouth was like a bow of a cupid, drawn to perfection. Tyki couldn't tear his eyes away.