This is my very first FanFic. I'm a sucker for teary Mana and Allen stories. I hope you enjoy it! :-3

The Ark gave an almighty lurch and Allen was slammed into one of the many white washed houses lining the deserted street. The deafening sound of rubble cascading on the cobblestone road roared in his ears. In a flash he had activated his innocence, the Crown Clown. It's protective white cloak billowed out behind him, as a silver mask placed it's comforting weight on Allen's face and he felt the familiar sensation of his fingers on his left hand lengthening into sliver claws. The Crown Clown shielded Allen from the falling rubble as he raced towards the door that would lead outside. Suddenly, he clutched the jagged scar running down the left side of his face and winced at the horrible pain streaking through it. "No. Not now. It can't be. No," Allen thought desperately. "No," agreed Neah, the Forteenth in his mind. "A gift." And Allen burst through the door to the outside.