From What Was Pure Is Tainted

Prologue

White snow that contrasts upon thee

Can you please hear my final plea?

The path I sought was not mine to take

So does this mean that all of this was a mistake?

Oh God who watches over me can you here my final plea?

Will you help me choose a path, where I'll be safe and free?

Mighty warrior who injured me, hear my final breath

Thank you for helping me and allowing me to have a peaceful death.

White.

Everything was covered in this colour, the trees, the land and even the small figure that was curled up and struggling to stay warm from the bitter wind. The figure's hair was almost the same as the blinding white that layed beneath it. Pale skin that lost all colour and pale blue lips that were struggling to stay from quivering and chattering teeth seeming to barely audible and visible gasps of air that barely fogged in the darkening sky. Eyes shut tightly, hiding glossy mercury pools that you could almost drown in when they shone with warmth and compassion.

The figure wore a coat – a navy blue and white one – that had silver buttons running down the front; if you were to turn over the buttons you would clearly see the engraving of the name 'Allen Walker', who is the lovely gentlemen who is now freezing to death in this snow. Mercury eyes cracked open to see his trusty companion nuzzling his cheek and rubbing his tail against his chest trying to keep him warm, a faint and quivering smile grace Allen's lips as he slowly raised his left hand and pat Tim – the golden sphere – Allen's voice was soft and shaky as he spoke. "T-tim… Take th-the… Innocence I-I have an-nd bring i-it ba-ck to the Or-der… Th-then fi-nd Ma-aster… G-go Tim… And… Te-ll the o-others I'm sorry I f-f-failed…"

Tim had tears flooding down his face as he looked at Allen, who gently pushed him away. Tim fluttered there for another second before flying off into the oncoming storm. Allen's smile dropped as darkness seemed to appear in the corner of his eyes, closing them and letting out a sigh as he curled into himself a little more before falling into unconsciousness.

…

"Where am I?"

"Am I dead?"

"No, I can't be, can I?"

"….."

"What? What did you say?"

"…..?"

"I-I don't understand. What are you saying?"

"…..?!"

The voice that seemed to be made of static got louder as something warm, no hot seemed to be placed on him, the very heat coming from it made his skin burn as if someone were dipping his body in wax or putting him into a boiling pit of tar. It was pure agony but for some reason he didn't bother to try to remove the warmth.

It felt good but then again it didn't.

The pain it sent him was plain agony but for some reason in his mind was telling him it was trying to help him.

It confused him greatly.

He wasn't sure if he should move away from it or stay close.

The pain it was sending him wanted to make him run from it and never look back but the darkness and cold that were away from the warmth didn't seem any better.

He could either freeze or boil.

Freezing meant that his body would eventually feel so cold that you would feel warm and happy just before you die. Just like falling to sleep.

Or boil to death until you have nothing left in your body to keep you hydrated until you pass out and fall into an endless black.

Neither sounded great but did he have to choose one or the other?

Did he want to freeze or boil?

Did he want it to end or continue?

He grabbed his head as the voice that had gone silent returned with a vengeance. Its static high but low voice grated against his ears as he tried to block out the sound but it was futile for the voice was simply echoing in his head.

He felt like his ears were about to burst or bleed, until it all just fell silent.

Nothing.

No static voice.

Just nothing.

A bright light lip up the darkness and blinded him, the warmth from the light wrapped around his being and pulled him towards it. He shut his eyes tightly as the light somehow seemed to get brighter.

The light was so bright that it seemed to seep through his eye lids and it still hit his eyes, he tried to turn his gaze from the light but it seemed like a futile task for the light seemed to follow. The bright light after what felt like hours disappeared and was replace with a dull glow, Allen cracked open his eyes, blinking a couple times to get rid of the spots in his vision, once he could see correctly again he saw a figure bathed in light.

There features were not seen for the light glowed around them and cast a shadow over there face. Their voice was deep but had the slightest bit of static and melody undertone that it almost seemed beautiful.

"Blink your eyes, wake from this dream. For what's in here is never as it seems."

…..

Mercury eyes stayed firmly close as the rustling of fabric and quiet footsteps were heard near him. His eye lids twitched as he tried to open them but they felt so heavy as if something was keeping them closed or they were glued that way. Frowning slightly, he attempted to move his limps; he first tried his left hand. It felt like lead but it moves none the less, other than just feeling like dead weight.

He gently rolled his wrist then lifted his right hand slightly and heard a slight popping sound as it cracked. He placed his hands either side of him as he gently propped himself up and against the head board and pillows. Pain struck his nerves as he attempted to move his stiff and sore legs.

But something didn't seem right.

He curled his toes or at least tried to but something was extremely odd.

He couldn't curl the toes on his right foot.

Hello Lovely Readers,

I just want to say that I wrote the prologue for this story last year or the year before and I've never been sure if anyone would like it. So, I kept putting off publishing this story. I hoped you liked it and I've started the first chapter but I can't promise when it'll be out.

Thank you for reading and don't forget to Review, Follow or Favourite~!

KillerAkuma Destroying Her way Outer Here~!