Fading Away From The Past

Chapter 1

Let me see the beauty of corruption

And the chaos and destruction

That is the true symphony

For there is no need for any sympathy

Grey – the colour of storm clouds that gathered in the sky as they slowly rolled in over the desolate town, threatening to release the rain that built up in them but the rain didn't fall for the grey clouds were reflecting nothing but the storm that was being fought inside, these clouds actually being a grey pool that shone slightly in the dim light of the addict room. The eye belonging to a boy no older then twelve, his curled in form shook slightly as his snow white hair covered the left eye, which was wrapped in thick bandages. He stared at the white, slightly grey sheets that he sat on, his toes curled in as he hugged his legs to his chest, the tears that had once stained his cheeks were nothing but trails as the bags under his eyes seemed to be more noticeable as the light slowly seeped through the window.

Faint footsteps could be heard walking up the steps toward the addict as a man with long crimson hair walked into the room, one side of his face being covered in a mask as he carried a small tray with a bowl of soup on it. The man narrowed his eye slightly as he sat the tray on the bedside table next to the boy, grunting slightly as he scooped a spoonful of the brown liquid and held it out towards the boy. The boy didn't move, like he was frozen in place as his single grey eye stared at the bed, sheets tangled around his form as he ignored the man's presents.

"You need to eat brat." The man grunted out as he held out the spoon towards the boy, nudging his cheek with it as the man's brow twitched in irritation. The boy didn't react as his gaze never shifted from the greying sheets on the bed.

The man sighed as he slouched forward and sat the spoon back in the bowl as he glanced at the boy, "Allen, you have to get over this, Mana wouldn't have wanted to see you like this."

The boy – Allen – didn't move as the man sighed once more and turned on his heel and walked out of the room, heading back downstairs. The single grey eye watered slightly as a single tear escaped the mercury eye, the boy shifting slightly as the final words that Mana, the real Mana said to him echoed in his head.

'Don't stop. Keep walking until the day you die.'

Allen's body shook slightly throughout the day, the man with crimson hair - Cross – stopping in his room when Allen's singular gaze shifted and looked up at him. Allen's singular eye was blank but the faint smile of his lips caught Cross off guard, and what he said next mad the older man frown. "Mister, when will we be moving on from this place?"

Cross stared, then turned on his and left the room, grunting over his shoulder as he left the boy in the room. Allen's gaze leaving the door and wandering over to the glass window, it reflecting his appearance in it. His singular eye scanning over his appearance, it lingering on the bandages that covered his left eye but he didn't want to remove them, knowing what was most likely under them. The boy sighed as he pulled the sheets tighter around his form and lowered himself onto the bed, closing his eyes and attempting to fall to sleep.

Sleep did not come to the boy, for the whistling of the wind outside his window kept him from sleeping, though it wasn't the wind itself, it was the howl that the wind caused, Allen's sleep deprived mind to hear it as the screams of someone in pain. Allen's brows scrunched together as he tried to block out the howls but it seemed futile.

Allen curled in on himself, his small hands covering his ears in an attempt to block out the howl, this seemed to quieten it but not fully block it out. He breathed out shakily, his hands quivering as he scrunched his eyes shut, his foggy mind slowly allowing to him to fall into unconsciousness.

…

'Listen'

Came a whisper that could have been mistaking by the wind, it echoing around the dark landscape that held nothing but a black fog that surround little Allen.

'Listen.'

The voice grew in volume as the fog swirled around Allen's form, licking at his left arm and causing small flickers of white light to appear but as soon as the light appeared it was blocked out by the darkness.

'Listen this instant.'

The voice that was faint grew to become more like a slightly stern shout. Allen flinched at the volume, shrinking into himself as he swirled around when he felt something brush against his leg. A whimper left his lips as something caressed the left side of his face, it being gently and comforting. It felt warm and the smooth tone, the same as before but the sternness had vanished.

''If you're listening, heed my words. Look for figures that are bathed in shadows but are not dark. Seek a man who holds memories but cannot remember.'

After the words were spoken, the area around slowly shifted and turned into blinding white.

…

He woke with a start, his breath coming out in short bursts like he had woken from a nightmare even though it didn't feel like one at the end. He slowly sat up, untangling himself from his sheets as his only visible grey eye darted around the small room, looking out the window to the grey sky that was slowly getting lighter as the sun rose. His gaze shifted from the sky to the greying sheets he sat on, his fists clenching into the material as his eye narrowed and a glint of determination appeared, whispering under his breath. "I'll move forward, I'll take my own path and still make Mana proud of me."

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