A/N: Alright everyone! I´d like to give a big THANK YOU! to my friend here on FanFic. Net Da Amazing Po-po-pony for helping me to re-edit this story! Thanks!^^

I hope you will like the slightly improved version, too and wish everybody else fun as well! See you, Nalahime!

Prologue

Happiness

The Oraclos Chain trembled and moved a little bit upwards, out of the box it was resting in. A tremor was felt at the same time. A bad sign...

The old woman, sitting a bit away from the box, fixated the chain with her yellow eyes, until it fell back into place, where it stayed silent again. Then the old woman laughed quietly, moving towards the chain.

Again did she fixate the holy object of her tribe, that was left in her care, with her eyes.

"What is wrong? Has the time come for you once more to awaken? Tee he he!"

The chain moved again, as if to answer the Vestran-woman.

"Tee he he... I see. Well then! It seems we have to travel one more time, my boy."

She looked at the strange, old man bound to her back.

"%&$?!/!"

Was the answer she received from him.

"Yes, yes! I know. But who knows, if he would be willing to help us once more...?"

Elena sighed satisfied. What a wonderful day it was today... Nothing could break her good mood. Absolutely nothing! She turned around and... looked at a little boy of about six, seven years with torn clothes, red-brown eyes and golden hair.

Nothing, was it?

She sighed and shook her head. The boy looked depressed on the ground, playing with his fingers and looking apologizing upward towards his mother.

"Allen... Did I not tell you to be careful, young man?" she said, scolding him.

Silent he nodded his head, looking at her with puppy-dog eyes. He knew exactly how well that on her worked to keep her calm - just like his father.

Elena grumbled into herself. When he looked at her like that, she just couldn´t be really mad at him. Allen looked too much like his father. Only the eye color was like hers. He even had a similar personality to his fathers: Quiet, not saying much, but gentle, kind and strong. Only that he immediately asked if something interested him, was not like her husband.

"Are you hurt somewhere, Allen?" she asked him, her voice full of concern for her little boy.

He shook his head.

"At least something. Then come, we´re going inside, getting you washed and your clothes fixed, shall we?" Elena said, smiling and extending her hand towards her son.

Allen smiled and took his mothers hand, walking with her towards the little house his father had build for them, a little outside of the village, where his mother had been born. He liked the house, of course. Just like everything else his father had made or would make. For him was his father his hero, just like for his mother.

Once stepped into the house the first thing one saw, was a big room with a wooden table and six chairs in the middle. A few shelves, with tableware, on the opposite wall of the entrance. To the right was a little kitchen and in the upper right corner a door to his parents room. To the left was first a door to the bath, then a shelf with pictures and a door to his own room. Directly beside the entrance was some kind of sofa, where they spent the evenings playing and laughing.

His father actually wanted to have a fireplace as well, but had failed at building one. Although Allen that fact just ignored. Who cared about a fireplace? His father was amazing nonetheless.

"Okay, young man! You´re going into the bath at once and are waiting for me there. I am going to get the water. Understood?" Elena said, cheerfully.

Allen nodded and ran into the bath. Inside he closed the door, went to the bathtub and began to already undress himself. While he did this, his mother came in and filled the bathtub with warm water.

"In you go!"

She grabbed him under his arms and heaved him over the wall of the tub, into the water.

Then she took the sponge and soap to rub over his skin and washed the bubbles with the water off. She repeated that a few times, until she decided that her son was clean enough.

She then clothed him into a thick bath towel and heaved him over the bathtub once more. The boy rubbed himself dry and smiled at his mother, who smiled praisingly back.

"Go and put something on your feet and then take the blanket on the sofa to keep yourself warm, okay? It´s going to take a while for me this time to fix your clothes."

He nodded and ran out of the room. Elena smiled happily. He was so much like...

She heard how the entrance door was opened and then closed. An even brighter smile appeared on her face and she went into the living room.

"Daddy!" Allen yelled, happily.

Allen, with socks on his feet and still clothed into the towel, ran towards his father, who had just came home. The man, with short, golden-blond hair and dark eyes, let his bag fall to the ground and heaved his son onto his strong arms. He looked at him and laughed.

"Did you trouble your mother again, Allen?" the blond man asked with a teasing smile.

With a little guilt in the eyes, the boy looked at his well-build father and nodded slightly.

"Yes, he did, just like his father always troubles me."

The man looked up and to his wife, who stood now before him. He smiled at her and his eyes turned even gentler than they already were. His free hand moved tenderly over her right cheek and through a few strains of her silver hair.

"Well, at least can I take a bath on my own, right?" he said, chuckling.

She laughed, stood on her toes and kissed him.

"Welcome home, Aeron!"