I can't help but dream of a world,
That I know had long ceased to exist.
But in the end, it's only my fantasy,
And I have to wake to live my reality.
Red.
That loathful color, that hateful color.
But no matter how spiteful it is, I can't help but love it.
"W-what am I suppose to do. . .?" He sob, waiting for the answer to come.
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"I didn't know the enemy sends children to fight?"
Allen snorted, he turned around and crossed his arm. Glaring at the stranger who ambushed his ambush.
"Like you're any better," He hissed, silver eyes glaring at the enemy.
The enemy rummaged through his cloak and took out a book, it's metallic cover glinting in the moonlight. Allen senses suddenly screamed, he gripped his knuckles tightly until he could feel warm liquid dripping from it. Though familiarity accompanied him as he recognize the tittle of the book anywhere.
"Who are you?" Allen ask, keeping an eye out for the book.
The stranger grinned smugly. "Nicholas," He said. "Nicholas Flamel,"
Using the blood from his palms, Allen drew a circle on his hand, writing symbols on it that resembles eerily of a child drawings. Which was not, by the way.
"So it's sorcerer against sorcerer?" He ask, quite amusing actually
"Hardly," Nicholas replied, opening his book. "I'm an alchemist,"
Allen grinned, he extended his hand forward and so did Nicholas, like a mirror image.
"Even better,"
"Ligabis!" They both said at the same time.
Allen manage to dodge at the right time before the innocence-powered spell reach him. He glared at Nicholas, who was perched up on the tree, he eyed at the book in his hands.
Of course he knows the book, it used to be his.
"Procellae," Allen whispered.
And suddenly, all hell broke loose, trees unrooted from the earth, only the big and strong remained but their leaves have left them. All because of Allen's favourite spell.
"Ignis Tempus," Allen continued, watching as the whole surrounding area burst into flames. Fire rained down from the sky, like a beautiful firework show as a result of his words.
"Tempus Vernum," Nicholas said, who Allen just notice was still here. And water fall from the sky, raining heavily on them, the fire burned out and so did Allen's patience. Nicholas pointed a finger at Allen, scowling as he did so. "You sick, twisted child!" He hissed.
Allen grinned, his right hand put onto his chest as if motioning himself. "Me?" He said mockingly. "I'm hardly a child,"
The older teen gasped, the blood draining from his as he saw the symbol on Allen's hand. "Yo-You-"
"You see," Allen said, stepping forward as he did so. "Back in my days. . ."
"Sorcerer was the very definition of magic," He stretched his arms forward. "All types of them,"
"Scutum,"
You can't stop me.
"Nihilum,"
Those who obstruct me from my path shall be annihilate.
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"Nothing, Allen." Nea assured. "I-I keep it from everyone and take responsibility for it,"
"That title, I will take it,"
Allen face distorted into a scowl as he hissed, dropping the book back onto the forest ground. Though it can't be called a forest anymore, thanks to his performace earlier. Pondering for a moment, he decided to take the book using his gloved, left hand. And with that he walked away from the land clearing, and headed back towards where he had promise to wait for Tyki.
"What-Who are you?"
Allen stopped in his track, turning his heal to face back. His blood turning cold as he saw the black cloaks and silver badges on the company that had spotted him.
"That book," One of them pointed out. "It's Nicholas,"
"It's mine," Allen growled, hugging the book even though it reacted badly with his skin. "I wrote it,"
"You!" Their face contorted into pure rage.
Allen was not fast enough to dodge all the weapon that was unleashed at him at the same time. He looked down, a holy spear sprouting from his chest, near the injury that Cross had inflicted onto him.
"Noah!" They hissed.
Now golden eyes glared at them, like molten lava. His mouth distorted into a grin as it tasted the metallic liquid in his mouth.
Red. Red. Red.
Everything looks better in red, why not add some black for a change?
"Ambustum,"
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They wanted to destroy him, to end his existence and lessen the enemy he will face.
But one thing they did not know, that he was destruction.
You can't add fuel to a fire in hoping to extinguish it.
His breathing was shallow and it was so much hard to breathe. His chest was burning from the wound they gave him, his head was pounding, his heart was beating to fast. Fastfastfast his head was spinning. Through the corner of his eyes, he saw someone coming closer and closer. Oh! he wanted to laugh at the irony, it was as if their roles have been switched.
He simply nodded solemnly at those words, even if he did not understand them. After a while, he felt himself being picked up and he let go of his battered conscious.
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The grinning moon.
The scarred sky.
And the frozen lake.
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He had never felt happier to be back here. In here, where he would never feel any pain, any sorts of misery. The only place where reality hadn't polluted, well maybe except his ark.
He was back here, in his black and white nightmare. The world of dreams and hopes that have long lost. Only promises remain.
"Stupid," He cursed, gripping his red hair tightly. "I let them see me," Wincing slightly over the pain he unleashed upon himself. And suddenly, exhaustion crept up to him like a ghost.
Allen looked back at the frozen lake, cracks ran on it's surface, like a gigantic spiderweb. Stupid, he cursed his own stupidity for transforming, even if it was only partly.
He ran the surface with his hand, his innocence embed hand. The cracks smoothen out under it's touch.
"I wonder how much longer I have to stay here," he whispered to no one in particular. His bones felt heavy and his limbs felt worn out. "I'm tired, so tired."
"When can I finally rest,"
How was it? Good or bad, please review. If you have some questions, please ask and I will answer them. unless it's a spoiler or relevant to the plot. I want to surprise y'all.
Most of you will think that my username is based on Allen, but actually it refers to my Wattpad account which is PJO and the number 14 is just my age. I just realize it and somehow, it felt like a wonderful coincidence. I'm thinking of changing the summary though, what do you think? Should I change or keep it.