Hello and how are we doing today? I hope we are doing swell! Here's yet another chapter of my wierd and long winded Christmas gift to fanfiction!. Anyways, please enjoy and gave an amazing day!

But that night, aside from all his regret and hope, all the turmoil and loneliness he endured, he experienced a new and fairly odd dream. One he had never had before.

The atmosphere was warm despite the white snow that fell all around him.

He was sitting down on the ground with his legs crossed and wearing the most ridiculous clothing he ever did lay eyes on. A clown suit of things.

Sitting just across from him was a small mound of dirt.

Instinctively, he knew He dug the hole himself.

But he was sad. So sad, he felt as though he couldn't even cry.

The name Allen came to mind.

His dog. His dog died.

He remembered thinking that it was sad because first his brother, then thier mother and then the only friend had left in the world now lay under a pile of dirt.

He was so sad.

And yet;

"Why am I the only one that ever cries?!".

A child's voice. He turned his head to see that there was someone sitting beside him.

A small sobbing child with bright red hair and no older than seven years old.

He felt a sudden and unexpected warmth in his heart.

He was fond of this child. He'd even go as far as to say that he loved him.

Red was the name of the child.

The child.

His child.

His son.

His beloved son.

His little Red.

He did not remember ever having a dream that felt so real, so vivid.

He could still feel the child's warmth as he held him in his arms even as he drifted into consciousness with the gentle touch of rain on his face.

Red did not feel like a figment of his imagination and et he left that dream behind with thought of what exactly he'd get him for Christmas and how he'd get the money.

For a moment, he felt healed. He felt whole.

And then it all fell through his fingertips like sand in the wind.

He did not want it to go.

All of it went black and he was awake.

The thunder roared and the skies churned overhead.

His ears rung dully and his mouth was dry.

Suddenly, a face staring back at his came into focus.

A man stood above him. Raindrops fell from his dark skin and hair but what stood out to Mana despite his current state were the five simple brands on his forehead. They were cross's. He wondered if it was painful when he first got them. He wondered if he cried like he did when he came through the portal for the first time.

But more than that, he wondered what year it was.

"Pardon me, sir," Mana breathed "But can you inform me of what year it is?".

The man smiled in such a way that told Mana that he was dangerous.

"It's the thirty first century, 3055." He said.

Mana repeated that back, so relieved he came to the right time.

His brother disappeared in 3005 and should have been transported fourty five years forward. It seemed the two sides of the wormhole were consistent with eachother and just as his time went on, so did the time on the other end.

He would have been less happy if a twenty year old him met with a fifteen year old someone.

Now they'd be the same age, just as twins should be.

But it was only now that, amongst his thoughts, he realized he was being carried and by the same man that he spoke to before at that.

He was closer this time and the world wasn't spinning so he got a better look at him.

To his surprise, the resemblance to someone he hadn't seen in quite a few years was uncanny.

Though, he was very doubtful that it was him. The way he smiled was off and not the way he remembered his brothers smile.

He was his twin brother and he could always know things that no one else could possibly know.

And, to his surprise, the man stopped.

He looked at him, seemingly confused and was about to say something.

He then lifted his head and declared to the distance "Cyril! Get down here!".

He began to distinguish the sound of large metal slates spinning at rapid speeds and other men shouting in the distance. He lazily turned his head to the scene.

Before them was a massive metal ship with wings that spanned several yards and a great propeller at the nose.

Man were running here and there like ants getting food, thier foreheads covered by goggles and thier clothes caked in black oil.

After a moment, a rather fancily dressed man, a noble came from the crowd, cane and all.

His face was rather snake-like and he appeared to be quite disgusted with his surroundings. Mana immediately noticed that he, to had the brands on his head but he did not think he cried when he got them.

As soon as he caught sight of them, he seemingly grew frantic and rushed forward, running a hand through his perfectly dark hair.

"Tyki!" He cried out "You found him? And so soon-? Is he-!".

"Calm down!" Said the man, trying to speak over the sound of the propeller "He's alive but several of his bones are crushed! You need to take him to the infirmary!".

The man known as Cyril looked perplexed.

"But there are already so many! They will never get to him in time!"

"This is top priority, Cyril!".

His face went from frantic to stern and cold. He gazed at him through his spectacle and grimaced.

"Take him to my office." He said and immediately the one he called Tyki followed.

He faded in and out of consciousness for the trio but he was suddenly awakened by what he first thought to be a gunshot but he immediately convinced himself that that could not be right. He did, however know they were inside the ship. The propeller sounded rather distant now.

The light of a shaken oil lamp filled Mana's vision as he way lain down on a desk he could only assume was Cyril's.

He was not entirely sure what he was doing here.

He felt as though he was forgetting something vital and yet he could not think of what it was.

But if he could see through the walls of that little room, all he would have seen was the man known as Tyki talking to a child.

A boy no older than ten who saw the world through one working eye and touched his surroundings with one workings arm.

A boy with no dreams, no hopes or joy in his large silver eyes.

A boy now known to most as Red Mikk.