God Give Me Strength

Crying can be heard for miles around but the loudest of the mourners in the cemetery happened to be a beautiful purple-haired woman in black. She knelt in front of a tombstone that read;

Allen Walker

Loyal Friend, Beloved Husband and Loving Father

He will be dearly missed by many for all eternity.

A child around the age of 10 could be seen standing off to one side with a steely face, not revealing any emotions at all while the one he knew as 'Uncle Tyki' comforted his mother; still sobbing by the grave.

He looked around at some of the other people who were standing nearby. He recognized some of them, Aunty Zeroe (AN: this is my OC, she will eventually have her very own fan-fic), Mr Bookman, Mrs Krory (who had constantly told him to just call her Miranda, but he called her that anyway), and a few others. But despite him only knowing that few, there was certainly no shortage of people there. How many people did his father know, anyway?

He remembered when his dad told him lots of stories about the war, the Black Order, the Noah, the Millennium Earl, and many other of his adventures. He had even eventually told him the parts about Mana, his 'death' (AN: when Tyki attempted to assassinate him), the fourteenth, and other things when Allen had thought his son was old enough to know.

The boy didn't even know anything about Mana until he was older, except for the fact that the man was supposed to be his grandfather, he was very special to his father, and that he received his name from him.

But, even after all the stories, there were still so many he didn't know. Had his father really known so many people? Did he really leave so many people behind?

Now he remembered a talk that he had had with his 'Uncle Tyki' about what had happened between him and Allen. About how he had once been his father's enemy, but couldn't help but be drawn to his friendly personality; apparently just like all the rest. How his mother herself had been the same. He had been horrified, of course, to learn that his gentle and loving mother had once taken pleasure in stabbing one of her fascinating candles in Allen's eye and arm. It was especially hard to bear considering the same types of candles were positioned in various places around the inside of their house.

Yes, he had found it terrifying, horrifying even, to discover all this. And yet, his father never once lied to him, always trusted him with the truth. But now he was gone. His father and his best friend had left this world and oh, how he wishes… but no. He was brought up to know the penalties and punishments of such things.

Many had thought that if the other Noah aged slowly and the fourteenth was a part of Allen, maybe he might live longer as well. But he didn't. Crown Clown, which Mana would have given anything to see in action, had fed too much off of Allen's life. These days his arm looked normal, after all, most of the innocence had reverted to their original crystal-like forms (AN; This isn't referring to the new crystal types, it just means that most innocence went back to the way it was when it was originally found, like a box) but the innocence's true form slept deep within him. It was the only reason he was still alive, after it repaired the hole in his heart. The others' innocence had reverted to their original forms also. There was no longer a Time Record; all evidence that was left was an old grandfather clock that Mrs Krory refused to be rid of. Nothing remained of Heaven's Compass but for some reason, Mr Bookman seemed unable to move on, unable to continue his work as a Bookman after the death of his apprentice. Lavi was, after all, like a son to him. Mana had been told about this young 'Bookman Jr' many times. In fact, he had heard more stories about Lavi than even about Leenalee and Kanda. But he had not been born then, to know them truly; of course, from all the stories he felt that he did know them, in a way.

Whenever his father spoke, he hung on every word; a bomb going off outside could not have distracted him. He thought, like any other child, that his father would be there forever. Allen had always protected him and shielded him from many things, he probably trying give his son the pure loving and caring childhood that he had never truly had.

Now, as he walked away, he did not notice a smiling, cunning pair of eyes; watching him from afar; or if he did, he didn't show any evidence of it but a small shiver. He would not look back; he would follow in his father's footsteps, his father's strength. He would continue until he died a happy, peaceful death like his father. Little did he know that he would take after his father, he would continue his work of bringing smiles to the unfortunate and being a 'destroyer who saves'. He would face his own share of danger, his own share of love, and one day, he would fall. But until then he would keep on walking, walking, walking… and die with a pleasant smile on his face.

Okay, I am writing the last chapter to this, but i'm finding it harder than I thought. It may take a while.

*Allen walks in* "Why do you always take so long to write stuff anyways?"

"Homework. I have, like, ten tests and assignments to do (and a few speeches) and I haven't studied cause I stayed up late writing this last night."

*Lavi appears from out of nowhere and pokes my head* "Oh really, I thought I saw you looking at my picture last night (She has a picture of me on her bedside table in a photo-frame. No kidding, it's really there!)"

"Um... well, to tell you the truth I actually had my birthday party yesterday afternoon. Yes, I was writing this fan-fic on my birthday. How sad is that?"

*Kanda walks through the door* "Yeah, but you wrote it at school when you were supposed to be listening to your geography teacher go on about what you need to know for your tests. And, when you finally finished it, instead of listening, you had the nerve to go on and read other people's fan-fic's. We should take away your laptop."

"No! Not my lap-top! Leave me and my pretty green lap-top alone (green is my favourite colour)! Wait, why are all you guys here anyway?"

"You're the author, you tell us." (In case you didn't realize, all three of them said that in unison.)

"Waahh! Leenalee, they're picking on me!"

*Leenalee gives a hug* "Boys, leave her alone. She's doing her best. But right now she has to leave and go to school. Isn't that right Zaphira?"

*Meeps* "No! You can't make me go! School is prison! Plus, I didn't do my history homework and I have history today! My teacher is scary..."

*glares* "Zaphira Rider," (Not my real name, if this was Skulduggery Pleasant it would be my 'taken' name.), "You are going to school today, or so help me..."

"..."

"NOW!"

"AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH! Bye, bye all."

*Kanda watches as everyone exits the magical rainbow room* "Okay, I've said it before but; what just happened?"