A/N: This is just an Idea that came to me when I was working on creating Characters for a friend. I don't know how long this story will turn out but hopefully you enjoy the first chapter.~
Disclaimer: I don't own any of the character to Man.. they belong to their rightful creator.
Full Summary:: Magic is outlawed throughout the land. And the magic wielders that have it in their blood are put to death, by the Millennium Earl. Allen Walker, abandoned when he was four and taken in by a brother and sister years later, finds out he is a magic user. With the help of two exiled Noahs and a Bookman apprentice, Allen works to find a way to stop the Earl and free magic in the land.
Magic once colored the world in varieties that were not all known to man. Some were still being discovered, while others were lost and being found once again. Magic was once an everyday thing people were used to. Its users were loved and fear, even revered as holy beings. But now magic was feared beyond all belief when the Millennium Earl came into power. Villages of magic users fell within single nights; ones who could not die by fire were drowned.
By the Earl's third year of power, magic was brought to an end. Families were destroyed and all trace vanished, though a few remained that had power flowing through them, and they started to build a resistance that would one day overthrow the Earl. Even the Earl's dear family fled him, the race known as Noah, disappeared without a trace.
Fifteen years later and the Earl still rules though the resistance has grown over those years. And this is where our story begins fifteen years after the fall of magic.
He was abandoned before he could even remembered, and at the age of seven a traveling man took him in only to die on the boys twelfth birthday. Now Allen Walker was staying with a brother and sister for three years now. They never questioned the snow haired boy on his appearance of his left hand. Or how he came to have the scar that etched it's way down the left side of his face.
No Komui and Lenalee Lee could careless about what happened to Allen as long as he helped out around their home and shop. Years passed and the began to think of them as family, nothing ever seemed out of the norm to him.
Though that all changed shortly after the third year.
Allen Walker, at the age fifteen had snowy white hair and silvery grey eyes that sparkled when caught in the right light. He was a quiet boy who was polite and tried his hardest to help in anyway.
"Allen, could you help me get this bread out and set up before the shop opens in a few minutes?" Lenalee's sweet melodic voice drifted through the tasty smelling air. Her black dress was covered in splotches of flour as she held out a tray of pastries to the expecting boy.
Smiling softly Allen accepted them and waited for the pigtailed girl to collect another tray before following her out. The Lee siblings owned a small, yet popular, bakery in the middle of the Earl's capital. People from all around rich and poor came to the Lee's bakery, and Allen was happy to be able to help them meet the supplies and demand.
Pushing open the door, he set the tray down on the counter. "Lenalee is there anything else you need?"
Lenalee looked back towards the white haired boy, "Brother is still making more so we're good for a bit, I believe." She smiled sweetly before going back to setting out bread.
Shifting from foot to foot Allen, looked towards glanced towards the pigtailed girl. "Do you think it would be okay for me to go out for a bit." Allen asked praying that the girl would be fine with it. It wasn't that he didn't want to help at the moment, but he had heard that the Earl was doing a walk through today, and Allen was curious of the man who brought an end to magic and the Noah clan. Were the rumors true about how he always wore a goof grin, and was big, super big and round? Allen wanted to see for himself.
"I'm sure Nii-san won't mind." Lenalee smiled, before finishing up the last bit, "Just be back before noon."
Allen nodded and started for the door, only stopping to grab a cloak on the way out,, "Thanks Lenalee! See you in a bit!" He called over his shoulder and waved at her.
The streets were busy with life even at the early hours of morning. Allen was glad he remembered to grab a cloak before leaving considering his white hair would stand out like a wolf in a sheep's' pen. The black hood was pulled up concealing most of his hair. Taking a deep breath of the stale dank city air, Allen exhaled slowly he wasn't a fan of the city. Avoiding a puddle, he was pretty certain wasn't water, Allen managed to dodge some children that ran by, in filthy tattered clothes. One small boy waved at him and he waved back knowing he was one of the boys he gave bread to on a daily basis. Pausing Allen watched them retreat down one of the many side allies.
'Children so free of burden…" the thought passed through his head as their laughter faded away. Shaking his head to clear his thought Allen continued on through the nasty streets. He planned to get the the center before the Earl arrived. He had heard every time the man came the streets filled up with people that came to admire their hero. The few years that Allen had spent in this small city he never once saw the man, but that was going to change today.
Pushing his way through people, the snow haired boy arrived at the back of the crowded street. 'damn …' he thought as he climbed onto a set of wooden crates a few paces down from the spot he had just arrived at. Once on top he could see over the heads of most people.
"Excuse me, Shounen… Can you tell me which way to a tobacco shop?" Allen jumped slightly at the sudden male voice below him. Glancing down he was met with startling golden eyes that flashed to a deep brown and stayed that way. Their owner was quite handsome Allen noted, with long dark wavy hair that was pulled into a small low ponytail that ended at the bottom of his shoulders. He stood a good few inches taller than Allen. His clothes were that of a noble, one of high standard but Allen could see he had muscles that most noble men did not possess. A beauty mark was under his left eye and Allen couldn't help but stare.
"Uh well… it's across the street down about five blocks." Allen spoke while pointing towards the right, honestly Allen was terrible at directions but… he'd been to the smoke shop enough times for a certain red haired nobleman that irked him the wrong way. The crowd around them started cheering and Allen quickly tore his gaze from the stranger, "I don't think, it would be best to try and cross the Earl is approaching." The man's eyes flashed gold again at the mention of the earl. What was up with this guy.
The man tilted his head and looked out towards the crowd. "I guess you're right… though it would be great to never see that man again." Allen paused in his watching something really wasn't right with this man… He didn't seem to like the Millennium Earl, but why?
Looking down at the man Allen crouched down so he was eye level and tilted his head. "Sir do you happen to have something against the Earl?"
The man chuckled at that, "Saying something like that will get you killed Shounen." He looked up into Allen's silver eyes and smiled bitterly, "But yes I do…"
"Eh but why?"
The man smiled bitterly, "He hunts my family, after everything we did for him… We are hunted." at that the man's skin turned grey and his eyes turned solid gold.
Allen's heart stopped and he stood up quickly taking a step back he failed to realize how close he was to the edge of the create. "Noa-" He never finished, for the crates gave out and buckled under his weight. Allen let out a soft yell as the crates buried him, quickly he pushed them off and struggled to get out of the pile. Glancing around he noticed the man, no Noah, was gone. Allen shuddered at the memory of those haunting eyes. He had heard stories of the Noah clan… A family that was known for power. They had been divided into fourteen powerful beings that could do all manors of magic. The features that made them differ from normal humans was their skin would take on an ashen grey tone, and their eyes changed to gold. He had heard rumors of how they had strange marking across their foreheads but some people said it was a lie.
"How could he have left so fast…" Allen muttered glancing around hoping to catch some sight of the man. "Damn I didn't even learn his name." Letting out a sigh Allen turned back to the crowd, and noticed that a few eyes were staring at him. Paling he realized his cloak's hood had slipped in the fall. Soon more eyes turned his way and he felt panic welled up inside him.
'What did I do?' looking around questionly, he noticed nothing strange. 'Why are they looking?'
"Young man are you alright?~"
The world came to a stand still at that voice.
A/N: Hope you enjoyed (x.X) I'm trying to get back into writing end of it so things should start to flow more smoothly once I get back into writing~ Hopefully! I am sure we all have an idea about who the mysterious man is... He just wouldn't let me reveal his name to Allen-kum yet XD Poor kid.