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Harrison's POV

As it would turn out Murasame was not in fact a Titan as the Foundation thought. He was in fact a demon one who both loved and hated humans. According to the blond Murasame brought misfortune to those it hated and granted wishes to those it loved. Everything it gave would come at a price, however.

To his fortune, the demon loved him for being someone who was long dead. A reincarnation if he had to guess. It made him think of what the woman had said. She called him a little dog warrior. He would have to look up legends mentioning them once he returned to the Foundation.

It didnt take him long to realize that returning to the Foundation was going to be tricky. When he tried to stand his body was unable to hold his weight and he crashed to the ground. A groan escaped him as he stared up at the sky above him.

Well fuck. How was he supposed to get back like this? If his body couldn't hold his weight he would never make it back to town.

A warm hand touched his shoulder causing him to jerk back in surprise. The older man said bending down to a knee in front of him, "Let me help you, Harrison."

"How do you know my name?" He croaked.

The man smiled slightly as he replied, "I am the guardian of all the dog warriors. Before now I was unable to approach due to an interfering Headmaster. Not even he can stop destiny at work."

Harrison growled as he was laid out over the other's back, "What the fuck do you mean destiny? Destiny is what you make of it. Nothing is set in stone."

The man laughed in return, "So says the child who's destiny is in two. Which will you choose? The path of the dog warriors seeking the one with only half a soul? Or the one that the old man has laid out before you. One will lead to happiness. The other to ruin."

What the hell had he gotten himself into? He didnt get the chance to question the man any further, however. A wave of exhaustion rushed through him. Unwillingly he found his eyes closing and he nodded off.

When he came to he was in a familiar infirmary back at Foundation Headquarters, Germany. How in the hell did he get here? The last thing he remembered was that blond saying something about destiny.

A familiar voice said in an annoyed tone, "Well look who's awake. What part of no missions cant you get through your head? I have enough paperwork trying to run the Foundation without Metz and I dont need you adding to it. Drink this."

Jason Guggenheim sat at his bedside his grey eyes watching Harrison carefully. He held out a glass of water for him. On the bed was paperwork he had no doubt been going through strewn about. A flash of guilt went through the child. He didnt want to add to Jason's workload but neither did he want to stay on the sidelines.

The Foundation had saved him from himself more times than he could count. Just when things seemed at their bleakest they pulled him out of the darkness. Things had only gotten more complicated since Metz's illness though.

Harrison grumbles tiredly as he took the glass, "How long have I been out? And where is the blonde that brought me here? I have some questions for him."

Jason's eyes narrowed as he replied curtly, "Three days. As for who brought you here I have no idea. He left as soon as you were settled into the infirmary."

A growl escaped Harrison. Damn it. He had more questions for that man. Most importantly being how did he know that Harrison would be at that church. And why did he have the demon that now lay within Harrison's arm?

Guggenheim said as he began to gather up his papers, "Let me go inform your guardian that you're awake. He's been staying at the manor in an empty room since you were brought in."

Harrison set up a question leaving him before he could stop it, "Metz?"

"The same," came a soft reply.

Harrison's eyes burned with unshed tears and scrubbed at the with the back of his arm. He refused to be seen as weak here. Not in front of one of the few people he respected in this world.

It only took a few moments for Guggenheim to return. This time Corbin was in tow. Corbin looked like he hadn't slept at all since Harrison left. Part of the teenager felt bad knowing that he was the cause of this.

Corbin breathed, "Thank Merlin. When Guggenheim floo called me I feared the worst. How are you feeling?"

Setting aside the glass he replied, "Better than I have in a while. I think it's thanks to my new friend."

Harrison's eyes drifted to his bared right arm. Nothing was there currently but he knew what lay just beneath the surface. A demon was there and they didnt know the full extent of its abilities.

Guggenheim questioned, "Did you succeed in finding the titan?"

"I did," the shock was almost palpable at that, "Except Murasame is not a titan. At least not in the sense that we know them. He is a demon and now is sealed within my right arm."

Guggenheim slowly reached out a question in his eyes. Harrison nodded allowing the man to take his wrist in his hands. Familiar warmth of the man's seeker magic flowed into him. It pressed against his center testing it.

Harrison expected pain. What he did not expect was for his seeker magic to respond in kind. While slow from lack of use it still responded without any pain.

Guggenheim's voice cracked as he said, "Your center its healing. It's still cracked but it's no longer the shattered mess it was. How?"

Harrison smiled as he glanced down at his arm again. He said, "I dont know the price yet but my new friend healed my center. As well as the wounds I sustained trying to retrieve him. I would have died out there alongside the Organization if that man hadn't saved me. I owe whoever he was a life debt."

Corbin flinched and spoke up for the first time, "You know how serious that is right? Life debts are not something you can just back away from if you dont like what they call it in for."

"I know but I was moments away from dying. Without him, I would have died there."