@crowleiii
Memories were a strange thing, Allen knew; more so that anyone knew. The first seven years of his life were but distant vagueness in his mind, nothing but a single fact for the first five, and nothing but faint feelings for the other two.
Except for his first vivid memory, the reason he had ended on the street.
So, no matter how many years had passed, no matter how deep he had still buried this; there was no way Allen would not recognize this place.
The young man froze, right in the middle of the street, thankfully no one was really around; that had been why he and Krory had been passing by this one. For all hiding in a crowd was good, it was not always the best option.
His frame was rigid, eyes wide, staring at the half open metal doors, the building in the middle of some greenery, some trees here and there. Children playing outside. One middle aged woman watching them. An adult man cutting woods.
The sound of the axe, coming down-
Allen did not realized he had started trembling until Timcanpy was out of his shirt, headbutting gently his chin. The golem send a worried sound toward Krory, having sensed the way Allen’s heart was beating in a stranger manner, quick and hard.
Tim didn’t need to make a sound to indicate that something was wrong, though, because Allen’s breathing betrayed him. Quicker, more erratic, until it sounded as if Allen was forgetting how to breathe properly.
Everything in the young man screamed panic. His sight was darkening at the edge.
For a brief moment, everything blacked out. Allen’s eyes flashed golden, breathing deep to try controlling it, head turning sharply.
“Take him away from here.” Nea hissed, the deeper voice wheezy, fury mixed with sadness in the burning gaze.
Then eyes were back to silver, and Allen wavered on his feet, breathing sharp and irregular again.
