Welcome to my first ever Mother 3 Fanfic! Although I do not own Mother 3 (It being owned by Shigesato Itoi), I do own future original characters to this. THERE WILL BE SPOILERS AHEAD! So enjoy!

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Prologue

A miracle should have happened; in some eyes, it looked like it did. But if one had seen through the bursting light, they would have seen a future of untold certainties... most of them darker than one hoped. If one would have seen past the bursting light, he could have seen the damage he will cause in the near future.

But to this boy, already broken up and emotionally drained, had no choice but to close his eyes, and wish against his will. He had to let what world he knew slip past his fingers in hopes of a better tomorrow. He was blind to what he had caused, to what beginning he had sowed unto this earth.

Through the fire and twisters, a single seed had been planted. But this seed would seen grow into a tree … a tree that would hold many evils to come.

The seed of new evil had been planted, and everyone was ignorant about its existence.

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5 months later …

Flint waited in front of the door for countless minutes. Every time he tried to gather courage to twist the doorknob, it would somehow escape his grasp, leaving him too afraid to open the door once again.

What was he so afraid of, though? He knew what was on the other side, and it's not as if he hasn't faced it before. But why was it he was always so afraid to face it?

… Was he actually afraid of his own son?

No, it wasn't that. He had loved his son more than he would ever know. It's just that … ever since that day, 5 months ago, Lucas just hadn't been the same. Every time Flint looked into his eyes, they were always emotionless, soulless, a clear window looking into his mind. He had fallen silent, locked in his room with little contact of the outside world. Many times, the thief, Duster, and the princess, Kumatora, would try to break through and try to restore Lucas to his former self. But every time with no avail.

Flint finally breathed in and sighed heavily. It was now or never, Lucas would starve if he never came out of his room.

He lifted his had slowly and opened the door. Just as he imaged, Lucas was sitting in the middle of the floor in him room, staring at nothing in particular. Flint slowly approached the boy and laid his hand on his shoulder.

"Son," Flint began, "It's dinner time. It's going to get cold if we don't eat soon."

As if it were a command, Lucas got up and made his way towards the kitchen where he and his father would eat, without so much of an "okay". Flint sighed once more, his menial task done, and soon followed Lucas to the dinner table.

The meal was silent as always. The only sound heard was the wind slightly blowing outside, and Boney's weird snoring as he slept. Flint tried once or twice to make conversation, but each time failed with a hard hit, as Lucas would only slightly nod or just stare into his soup with only a tiny 'hm'.

Well, at least he was listening.

Flint copied his son and stared at his reflection in the soup. He wasn't a great cook, he could admit that, but he at least made decent meals for one to eat. Lucas never complained and/or commented about his cooking, which made Flint a bit uneasy, but either way, his son had to eat.

Flint finally looked up and stared at his son, clearing his throat. "Lucas …"

Lucas looked up from his soup and stared at his father.

"Lucas, my son …" he hesitated, "I … I don't know what's going on through your mind but …" he shook his head, trying to decipher what his heart wanted to say. "I … I feel like you're in terrible pain since … well … THAT happened."

Lucas stared on, giving no reaction.

Flint Continued "All I want, Lucas, is for you to be happy again. I'm in great pain too, but there is no use trying to dwell on the past. Besides, think of all the great things you did for other. Only a person with as much compassion as you could only do that."

Lucas still gave no reaction.

Flint cleared his throat once again, "Your mother and brother are dead, but all your work was not in vain. They gave to us so you could remake the new world you dreamed of." He gestured outside the window "Look at this son. This is your work! People couldn't be any happier!"

Flint Approached his son, determined to try to get some sort of reaction from him. "Lucas … we now have the chance to be happy again. All I want is to see you smile, to frown, even to cry … I just want to know that my son is still there, and he knows what good things he did."

Flint turned away from his son, trying to hid his own emotion. "I-I'm sorry Lucas …" he said, "I'm just … being weird, is all …" He walked back towards his original position at the table, when he heard a tiny voice say something he though he would never here …

"Dad …?"

Surprised, Flint turned around and saw something he never had seen before: emotion. Lucas was finally displaying emotion. His eyes were tearing up and everything!! Flint was so ecstatic that he ran to his son and enveloped him in his arms. It was a sight, though unusual, would make any heart melt as this father finally broke his son's shell and returned him to light.

"I promise, Lucas …" Flint said, "We'll make the most of this and make it out happiness." Flint backed away from his son. "It'll take work, but I know you and I can do it … and …" his voice trailed off, looking at his son.

Just as suddenly as he regained his emotion, Lucas started sweating. Flint noticed that he wasn't looking too well. "Lucas? Are you alright?" But as he uttered those words, Lucas fell sideways with a hard 'crash' to the floor. With no hesitation, Flint rushed to his side, afraid he may have lost another family member.

With no wasted time, Flint had rushed Lucas to the doctor's clinic. The doctor's had done everything in their power to make sure he was okay. He knew they would be able to help him: what he didn't like was waiting. He was forced to sit outside of the office waiting for news.

Just as Flint cursed to himself for the umpteenth time, the nurse came out, her expression making him a bit more relieved. "It seems to be a fever of sorts." She simply said.

Flint's smile faded away. "What do you mean 'of sorts'?"

"Well …" The Nurse glanced sideways, "He has a high fever, and his body is doing the right things to fight against it. It's just …"

"What?" Flint grunted.

"Well … it seems that the fever isn't doing any harm at all. No dehydration, nothing with his stomach, nothing with his brain … It's just as if he just stayed up for the past few nights without a wink of sleep."

"But I had made sure he gotten his sleep …" Flint said, worried that he may be accused of something.

"No, I'm sure you are …" The Nurse said, shaking her head, "But it doesn't matter now. All we can say is that he needs to rest and he'll get better, okay?"

Flint sighed heavily and thanked the Nurse as he walked into the clinic. Lucas was right there on the bed, sleeping peacefully as if nothing happened. He did notice that the way he slept right now and how he was sleeping was different in a way. Was he just not sleeping at all, but looked as if he did to please his father?

Flint pulled up a chair and sat down. He was unsure of what he had to do next: he would usually leave the healing to Hinawa. The nurse just said he would be okay, but being the worried parent he is, he just had to make sure of that.

He briefly looked up at the clock. It was late in the evening, he noted, but not so late as to call for bedtime yet. It was well past an hour after all that happened. He looked back at Lucas to see him move slightly in his sleep, muttering silently.

"Mom …"

Flint's heart sank. Was Lucas still in pain? Was this the cause of his fever? Was he just simply stressed out over all that happened?

Flint shook his head. It didn't matter as long as he could work with Lucas to try to move past the pain. He knew how hard it was, and being this young, it had to be harder. Despite that, if they were ever going to be happy again, they need to look past what has happened and look forward in what's coming.

The Minutes flickered by, and soon it would come close to 10:00. He would stay beside Lucas as long as it took.