Arthur flew through a black void at a frightening pace. As he fell through the open space, he flicked his eyes open and was met with caliginous matter consuming the air around him. He wavered a hand in front of him and quirked a thick eyebrow. How is it that he could see himself glowing brightly?

Before he could shut his eyes from the screaming nothingness, a single glare of light began to pierce through the darkness and slowly moved towards him. The light was not blue or white, but instead a deep orange with hints of red glowing inside; and when it neared, it had a perfect sphere shape to it.

"So, my dear boy. Are you ready to make a contract without anymore bloody distractions?" The same voice from the man earlier inquired in a light and airy voice. Everything came to a stop.

"I don't think...Maybe I shouldn't…" Arthur fumbled over his words, his thoughts driving between 'yes' and 'no.'

"Have you forgotten already? The memories from the past and the present that made it this way?" All of the sudden, the gleaming sphere grew more intense and blurred around Arthur's figure. Arthur covered his eyes until the brightness died down.

The voice sighed. "You can open your eyes now."

The Briton unshielded his face and blinked rapidly, forcing his vision to focus on the sudden change of the setting. He watched the scene play without a word. Everywhere, small desks surrounded his entire body and children romped in between and around them, playing with each other. Everyone, but a little boy, diverted their attention to the new game someone shouted out. The young boy looked exactly like Arthur- No. It was him.

The younger counterpart of Arthur sat quietly at a desk, reading a book about mythical creatures in one hand while petting something with the other. To others, it seemed like the kid was touching nothing but thin air. But in Arthur's emerald orbs, the small hand stroked the light green fur of his magickal creature, flying mint bunny.

"Alright, class!" The teacher's hearty tone boomed throughout the classroom. All of the students froze in place to listen to their educator. "It's time for show and tell! This time, we are showing off animals! So, carefully bring your pets over, create a circle, and let's share altogether!"

The class cheered in excitement and instantly took off towards their parents to grab and take their pets to fill in gaps of the circle. Sadly enough, Arthur's parents wouldn't show up, so he had to bring flying mint bunny with him. The eager children with their animals awaited impatiently for the teacher to start.

Once every student sat in a large circle, the teacher finally clapped her hands together and piped up in a high pitch.

"Okay! Is everyone ready? Who should start?"

Immediately, grabby hands shot up in the air and waved anxiously, hoping to get picked on. Arthur and a few others that were shy kept to themselves, holding onto the creatures. The teacher's amber eyes scanned over the petite faces and shook her head. There were too many to choose from.

"You know.." She started. "Let's have our newest student, Arthur, start our circle and then we will go around!"

Arthur's face lit up and he hopped off of the floor, leading his mythical animal with him. A few whispers were scattered about between two or more of his classmates. The younger Briton shuffled awkwardly to the middle and nodded, beginning his small presentation.

"This is my pet. He is a flying mint bunny. I don't really have a name for him, so I call him that too. Flying mint bunny is really friendly and loves to cuddle with me."

Arthur pointed to the little creature to the side of him. He didn't expect the reactions from his teachers and fellow classmates. They all gave him a look as if he was crazy. All they saw was the air. He tilted his head to the side in confusion.

"What's wrong?" He asked.

Everyone was silent until the teacher spoke up. "Arthur," She said with a smile. "That is a wonderful imagination that you have! You can sit down now."

"But, it isn't my imagination! He is real! I sw-"

"Arthur. You can sit down now."

The young Arthur casted his eyes to the floor, trudged over and took his spot on the floor.

After everyone has shared their animals, they continued on to play and laugh- never inviting Arthur to join. Almost everyone thought he was a kid that had gone mad.

The present day Arthur stood in the middle of the room, eyebrows furrowed and fists clenched in balls. That was the first day in his life where it went downfall.

Arthur jumped a little when the memory changed dramatically to the next one. He observed the colors, objects, and people dripped down as a goopy substance. Everything was soon replaced with the living room in Arthur's house.

Two children sat in the middle, solving a puzzle together. One was Arthur and the other was Arthur's younger brother, Peter. Both of them wore tuxes with a red carnation sticking out of the breast pockets. They had to go to an elegant party with their parents.

"Boys. It is time to leave." Their mother's voice rung out.

The brother's exchanged a small smile with each other as they gathered the pieces together and placed them in a small box. They ran out to meet their parents and nodded, a signal that they were finished. Altogether, the small family went out to the party.

When they arrive, the boys gazed at their destination. The place looked very fancy with silver designs carved into columns and an overall very renaissance feel to it. All four of them scurried off in different directions, meeting with people they already know.

Arthur's parents talked among with a random couple while Peter was off playing with the other kids his age. Arthur, stood in the background and listened in on the conversation with little to no emotion written across his face. They bragged about how well Peter is doing and never mentioned a word about their other son. This was all new to him. Arthur had never heard one of his parents compliment anyone, but all of the sudden, they were complimenting Peter instead. It was as if...Arthur's parents appreciated Peter more than Arthur.

A tear slid down Arthur's cheek. That short memory left a painful mark on his heart.

The room started to spin and everything melted right off into darkness. Now, Arthur was left with the single sphere of light in the endless black void.

"Well? What is your desicion?"

Arthur shook his head. His mind still fuzzy. "Oh, come off. All in all. Here is what the plan is. You don't want to join the real world and be tortured, do you? If you do, I guess I could send you back where your death bed is waiting." The voice pressed on, the light growing duller. I was a tough decision for Arthur. He could go back to a place where he knew best, but where he was treated miserably. or go to a place where he didn't know what will happen, but is promised that everything will run smoothly.

"Wait," Arthur finally spoke in a clear tone. The light stopped fading away. "I'll go."

The voice breathed out a chuckle and a contract and a pen appeared next to Arthur. Arthur took a hold of the pen, pressed the tip to the bottom of the contract, and wrote out his signature. Right after he signed it, a spike ejected from inside the pen into the Briton's thumbs. Startled from the sudden pain, Arthur jerked his hand away from the pen and clutched his finger. He grit his teeth and watched his blood roll down the spike and drip onto the contract.

"That'll do. Now, close your eyes and count to three and you'll be there. Enjoy your say!~"

Arthur did as he was told, still holding his finger, and counted to three.

"1."

"2."

"3."

A/N: I am really, really sorry this chapter came late. I was busy with school work and just life in general. But in the next few weeks, I should have this entire story finished.