Index:
?-?-PROLOGUE-?-?
Flames. That was all he can see - everywhere he looks, just burning, searing, flames. No breath emit from his lungs; merely short gasps as he tries to fulfill his desperate need for air.
Who is he, you ask?
A boy.
A possibility.
A chance.
But none of that would matter in minutes. He would be dead, suffocated by the unceasing flames, so bright and vivid in the light. He struggles to stand, just wanting to be able to stand on his feet before he fails to draw breath once more.
Offer.
“?” He emits a small sound, unable to show any other sign that he was alive, and his right arm moves a bit, twitching despite the pain.
Wish.
A wish? He didn’t have any wishes anymore, only a need, a desire, a desperate, powerful, hope that he would live.
Wish.
He just wants to live.
Life?
He is too young to die, too young to know about delusions, hallucinations. But it wouldn’t have mattered anyway, because his entire world is pain and fire, burning make it stop make it stop
Wish.
He just…
Wish.
He just wishes he could live.
Accepted.
He just wishes he could live and protect.
Granted.
Protect people who couldn’t protect themselves – like he couldn’t right now.
Fulfilled.
His right arm twitches again, and this time, the world changes.
Imagine.
He gasps, a breath of air finally entering his lungs. He still cannot move – trapped underneath a large plaster, but he could breathe and that meant he might live.
Break.
The boy doesn’t know what’s going on, he only knows that now he is alive. He doesn’t notice how he survives. He doesn’t notice how the fire around him vanishes when it brushes by his hand. He just knows he is alive.
Magic.
But someone notices. Someone who just wants to save as many people as possible, because the blood of hundreds stains his hands.
Fate.
So he saves the boy.
Shatter.
He encounters the boy later, in a tent, and is distracted from his task by the boy. Not because the boy is all that interesting, far from it in fact. But the boy is sitting up, and he looks so determined that it stops him in his tracks.
Supernatural.
He asks the boy for his name.
Gods.
The boy looks at him with those determined eyes, and holds out his hand, a smile on his face.
Miracles.
“Kamijou. Kamijou Touma.”
?-?-END-?-?