If one was to look upon the carnage of the fire of Fuyuki, it is the very depiction of hell.

The night sky's painting in an ominous red hue along with the thick clouds of ash and smoke, buildings burning and crumpling under the unbearable heat as metal structures bend and melt into puddled heaps with the wreckage of rubble, but the nightmare laid in the charred corpses of the dead where the looks of terror, agony and suffering forever frozen on what was left intact.

Everything burned and died in what was once an inhabited residence district as if the wrath of some unholy god fell upon the area.

It was hell beyond a doubt, but even then, there was still one that walked through the flames.

A small figure barely at the age of ten trekked across the devastation with only short legs. Burn marks marred his body while striving for a path with the least amount of flames however minimal they may be.

Exhausted and sobbing through his golden-brown eyes he still walked forward, never stopping for anything, even if it was from the wailing of the dying. Trapped under concrete or turned into a living torch, the screams echoed in the boys mind but his body continued moving forward past the bodies.

He couldn't save them even if he wanted to with their cries for help grated on his heart, he still walked on what seemed to be an endless sea of fire and death.

Then he fell where the hot earthen ground attempted to burn him, but when he got back up, he broke away a part of himself, leaving it behind like a broken piece of glass.

It happened again, and again losing something in exchange to walk forward and survive. How long has it been since he first started walking? How long has it been since he's been losing himself little by little? How much longer can he go on in this perpetual cycle of madness?

The boy couldn't feel, he can't remember, why was he even still alive?

Then for the last time he fell, probably for the last time as he lost the will to get up again because there was nothing left of him. His sadness, grief, despair, hopes, and will were spent, just another empty husk of a body ready to join the rest... only to stop at the fact that he didn't hit the floor.

This sensation, a rather small grip around his torso, the haggard breathing of another Living being.

A presence on the boy's left side, though his vision slightly hazy could still sighted a body slightly smaller than his own with a head of black hair and eyes of sapphire compared to his red auburn hair and golden eyes; though what actually grabbed his attention was the sheer look of determination in those blue orbs.

"Stay with me..." The boy pushed out with a nearly inaudible voice. "We will... get out of here..."

The two boys, as unlikely as it was, continued their journey through the hellish flames, which should have been more unlikely, if not impossible, where a nine year old was dragging a ten year old with him.

The boy whose eyes were empty gazed at his savior. "Why is he so determined?" He couldn't help but thought. "Why would anyone want to save me?"

Unfortunately the fires of determination started to dwindle with each step as the surrounding fire burned away his will. At this point, his movements were on autopilot.

Then he stopped in his tracks. His mind was a haze and the light in his eyes were dimming just like the boys' he was carrying, and if he falls that would be it for the both of them. So what could he do?

"HEY!" He actually yelled out with what was left of his strength, as if he was praying for a miracle.

They both hit the ground.

There was a silence where only the sounds of burning flames could be heard, and two children where their eyes had lost their light, and the younger of the two stopped breathing.

"Is this the end?"

What else could be done in this hopeless situation? He did not even know if they were still in the fire since everything from his body to his spirit was shutting down.

The boy held out his hand, reaching out for something he didn't know what he was reaching for. Then he felt some kind of surge.

"I don't want to be alone."

He didn't know why he thought of this... actually, were those even his thoughts? And there was something before his eye, though he was not sure it was really there. Something around his lifted hand, a silhouette maybe, and for reasons unknown to him, it gave off the presence of a clear crystal colour.

Though his strength left and his hand fell as well, until a large hand grasped his own.

"Thank goodness!"

The cry's of a man was heard.

"You're alive."

Hair and eyes in the same black colours, his eyes would have looked as dead as the dying child's eyes if it wasn't for tears running down the man's eyes and a smile of absolute relief. In the moment of the boy's thoughts, even to the state at which his body was him, he felt jealous. The first was for the younger boy who pulled him out of the flames when he couldn't for others, and now the man in front of him crying tears of joy repeating the words "Thank you" as if he had saved himself.

When the man notice the second child, his eyes sank into a deeper sorrow when he held the two boys in his arms.

"I'm so sorry. You must have been the one who called out."

The boys consciousness was fading, and his vision was nothing more than a blurry world. In that moment all he could recall was seeing a flash of golden light which gave off a comforting warmth unlike anything that should have been possible in reality, a warmth that house the embodiment of hope and dreams.

"Can I be like them one day." Were his last thoughts before darkness took over.

The sorrowful man took the two children in his arms and immediately ran to the nearest hospital untouched by fires of Fuyuki.

"No matter what, you two are going to get help."

After the man had imbedded the relic into the auburn haired boy, he inspected the body of the other child. The shout this little one gave had alerted him of their presence, and for that he was going to save him as well. Since his breathing stopped just recently there was a chance that he could be resuscitated if he could make it to hospital regardless of his exhaustion and curse.

Though once he thought about doing it himself, it left him with worry that if his attempts took too long the other boy might start dying regardless of the relics healing properties.

Much to his shock and furthering his joy, the breathing of the black haired boy started to return as weak as it was. This man was holding two miracles in his hands who had survived the flames from an actual incarnation of All the World's Evil; and right now the joy he experienced then and there is far beyond anything that words could offer.

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Unfortunately these updates will either be really slow or stop at this point, I'm currently doing some in-depth research of the nasuvers magecraft and i might need help those who are reading this.

My Questions:

- Does anyone know about the Age of Will Gilgamesh and Merlin foretold?

- Is it possible for souls to make a link with another soul if it had an Origin that could allow such an action without repercussions, like say the Origin is "Origin"?

I hope you enjoyed the story.