Hello there, peoples of fanfiction! I got this idea of the third side of the war mostly from Cross(bless his soul!)and I remember from somewhere, months ago in summer when I read a Hoshino interview, and I thought, ok I need to write this down now! So yeah, its short, but eh, what can I say? Anyway, its my take on what I think should happen. I honestly have no idea how long I'm going to make this, but I hope it'll be long :D Oh, just a heads up, there will be OCs, but they wont like, ahem "fall in love" with any of the main characters. Please, it just doesnt work that way(my cynical way of thinking wont let it) Oh what do you guys care? Go read! And REVIEW. :D
Disclaimer: Im pretty sure I dont own DGM, otherwise, Lenalee wouldve never gone all Emo in the Edo Ark.
Enjoy! :D
PS, it starts off after Allen left the Order.
It is night time. Allen has just left his friend, Lenalee. He stumbles through the Ark aimlessly, trying to lead the monster that is called Apocrypos away. He doesn't want his friends to suffer as he does. He goes through a door, picking a place at random.
Allen lands in a tropical area. He recognizes it. He and his master once visited there. He can't remember the specific name of the place, nor does he care. Just as long as he is away from them, his family. It is to keep them safe, but that doesn't mean Allen has to like it.
He finds a small hut, nestled in the crook of a forest. It's dilapidated structure is made of wood, very old wood from the bleak color of it. Allen doesn't care, he can feel a storm coming on and he wants shelter. He enters the hut just as the fierce rain hails down in waves.
Allen shivers violently, the wind barely knocking over the hut. Whoever built it was smart; the hut is stuck between two large trees that keep it's frail structure from falling. Timcampy flaps his golden wings once, twice, before settling on Allen's head. Allen lies down on the dirt floor, scrunching his nose in disgust at the swarms of dead bugs on the ground.
Allen let's his heavy lids droop close, the circles under his eyes just barely visible under his white hair. His chest rises and falls with each breath, the golem on top of his head watching protectively.
Thunder and lighting crackle violently, flashing across the sky in a brilliant display of supremacy. Allen doesn't mind it, but it does distract him. He continues relaxing into the soft floor, his spine turning to butter against it.
Outside, as the forces of nature battle, two yellow eyes stare intensely at the hut, and a loud snarl is heard echoing in the night.