ok, so this is my first published fanfic. The beginning takes place when Allen first goes to the Cirque and wraps up with him returning there.
The cold London streets were nearly barren as the frozen danced across the dark gray sky. Most of the people that were still on the streets were hurrying home to their warm beds, as the snow continued to flow downwards, glistening in the twilight moon. Of the people fleeing home from the cold, two figures strolled. One was a tall man, made taller by his top hat, and the other was a small child who was tightly grasping the older man's gloved hand. While they walked, the snow began to slowly increase it's piles in the streets, causing their walk to be even more dangerous.
As they reached a crossing, the child tripped and landed in a pile of snow face first. When he pulled out, flakes of white speckled his brown hair adding to the sight were tears in his eyes at the harsh cold that touched his cheeks. His companion softly chuckled as he helped brush the child's hair of white off.
"Don't stop, keep moving forward, Allen."
"Ok Mana."
After making sure that the boy, Allen, was alright, Mana grasped his gloved hand again. They crossed the road with little to no trouble. As they continued their stroll, the snow began to pick up the pace of its deadly dance, yet again.
"Mana how much longer are we gonna be walkin' fer? We've been walkin' fer a while now and it's cold!" The child's weariness was seeping through his stiffened limbs, but he kept moving forward. Mana glanced down at the boy he traveled with. He was young, about six years old and small for his age. Traveling was tiring him out and the cold wasn't helping. Mana paused, bending down in front of Allen, he pulled the boy onto his back. Allen rested his head on Mana's shoulders, happy to no longer have to walk.
"You've done well Allen. We only have to leave the city and go about a half a mile before we get to the Cirque. You can rest for now, alright?" A slight squeeze around Mana's neck was all the reply he received. Drawing his eyes to look out the corner of his face seeing the small child already asleep, snuggling into his shoulder. Mana then grinned at his charge, his eyes sparkling with love.
For a while Mana walked on in silence. There was no one out now that the falling snow was coming down thickly and painting the gray cobblestone and town white. 'Almost a blizzard,' he thought. Fearing for his young charges health, Mana shifted the boy around his torso until he was holding Allen in his arms. Gently opening the front of his thick woolen jacket, he moved Allen inside and closed his jacket, re-buttoning it. Placing his arms under the bulge in his jacket and pressed forward.
An hour later found the man walking toward a large encampment. It was brightly lit and had a warm atmosphere. Many of the encampment's people were out in heavy snow gear clearing paths and entire areas of the circus's equipment. The normal big tents and costumes' tent were packed away, the rest was prepared for a quick leaving in the morning.
Mana kept walking purpose dull towards a large carriage near the opposite end of the circus' camp. He ignored the glances spared to him and the bundle in his arms. Finally approaching the largest carriage and knocked three time.
"Come in, Mana Walker."