Hello all! I'm glace to announce to you, the loyal followers and loving readers that the new and improved Wonderful Days has been launched! It took a while but I kept you all waiting long enough for this so I wanted to apologize by giving the much-loved story a much-needed upgrade now that i have the confidence to do so. Please forgive me for leaving you all hanging for so long. Thank you all for your time~!

title- Wonderful Days -Rewrite-

PREVIEW-A girl ran from what could only be called an angry mob, a loaf of freshly made bread in her small arms. She had no name but the locals had taken to calling her crude names, mostly "Red", like her bright red arm. The girl came to a halt as she was met with a dead end.

"Oh no! They'll surely kill me this time! Way out, need a way out now!" She thought, frantically looking for an escape. "Damn it! No choice but to climb so thank god the wall is rough enough to get a grip."

She bit into the bread and began to shakily climb, feet and hands slipping until she reached a window with a ledge just barely wide enough to stand on. She took the bread out of her mouth and looked into the room.

Empty. Just the spot to hide, eat and rest. Red slips into the room through the conveniently opened the window and made sure the room was otherwise inaccessible.

From there, she gathered anything she found that would suffice as a bed and blanket. She settled down and ate silently but eagerly.

Red stood quietly, looking down at the makeshift grave for the dog she'd come to call her only friend. The crazy clown, Mana, stopped next to her and stared down at the grave.

"Are you sad?" Red asked, almost no emotion in her voice.

"I'm sad. So sad that I could hang myself." Mana joked.

Red gave him a bored expression. "That's a really bad joke."

The clown was silent for a moment. "I was hoping it would make you smile. Even a little one."

Red blinked, staring at the clown. "You... were trying to make me smile?"

That shocked the girl. Someone was being nice, trying to make her laugh or even smile. Red felt a small smile stretch her lips. Someone wanted to be near her, without hurting her. Even though she was sad, still didn't like or trust people, but for once she wasn't hated. Even if it was just one crazy old clown. Said clown had a smile of his own as he watched her closely.

Mana had grown close to the little girl known as red. So close in fact, that he took her in and gave her a proper name.

Allen Walker. The little girl couldn't stop repeating her name, even if it's been several months. It made her giggle childishly with joy she'd only recently experienced.

And even though she kept falling, Mana would stop and wait for her to stand back up. Allen could ignore her exhaustion if it meant being near Mana.

Allen was only with her adoptive father for three years. it was too soon.

Allen stayed in the spot she landed after Mana had pushed her out of the carriage's path.

"D-Daddy...?" Allen's small voice called over the chaos. No one heard. Allen's face scrunched up as the tears stung her eyes.

"Please don't leave me alone again... I need you, daddy!" Allen sobbed.

Mana cups Allen's cheek, speaking in a hushed, heavy voice as he fought for breath. "Keep... walking... Don't... stop..."

The older man's hand dropped from Allen's face. Allen shook Mana, begging for him to wake up so they could go, but he didn't respond. The people around her took Mana's body, fending off the child as she grabbed onto Mana's coat.

"Leave him alone!" Allen cried, holding onto her father figure. They pushed her off and went on their way.

Allen sat at Mana's new grave, tears silently pouring from her eyes. Her mercury eyes were full of unspoken questions and emotions. Allen was scared. She wasn't sure if she could keep walking.

Not now that she was alone all over again.

"Hello, my dear child. Tell me, Who has your god stolen from you?"

Allen's head snapped up as the girl stares at the owner.

"Oh no. Don't listen to him, Allen! No good comes out of-"

"Who... who are you?" Allen asked, her voice trembling.

"I am known as the Millennium Earl. I came because you were grieving."

"Mister earl... Can you bring d-Mana back...?" Allen asked. She had always used his name around others to keep them from going after him too. "I don't know if I can..."

The Earl kneeled next to the girl. "With your help, little one, He'll be back at your side." The Earl was lying, of course. But he found the girl adorable, for a human. He found himself loving the glint of joy in her mercury eyes, how they were so full of joy. "But i need you to call him. He will answer to you. I will provide the body."

Allen stared at him until he stood and strolled to the metal skeleton. Allen watched him closely before pushing herself to her feet and slowly following.