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In the city of London children were quietly sleeping in their beds while in the sky golden sand swirled caring the dreams of the children down below. A wind blew and with it came a haunting beautiful melody that could make even the strongest man cry from the sadness in the song. If one were to fallow the song they would come across a young man sitting on a rooftop bathed in moonlight. He had hair white as freshly fallen snow, and eyes of molten silver that released frozen tears that cascaded down his cheeks. He had a scar on the left side of his face that started in the shape of a pentagram on his forehead and went straight down his face until it reached about one inch below his eye before it jetted out to the side and had a horizontal and slightly wavy line across it then continued down his face until it ended at a tear drop shape along his jaw. He was wearing a light, almost white, gray hoodie with frost covering it making it look silver with the light reflecting off it. He was wearing faded black pants that would've pooled around his ankles if it weren't for his knee high combat boots with silver toe coverings and zippers along the sides.
His tear stained face turned to the sky and looked at the moon as he sang. The song one of the only things he could remember from when he was human. He could remember a man that seemed to never show his face because of the shadow casted by his top hat he always wore, and blurred faces of people with red, black with blue tint, and black with green tint hair, but the only thing that stuck was the song. He also knew that his name wasnt originally 'Allen Winter' but something else he couldnt just quite remember.
Pale lips parted to let an angelic voice be carried away in the wind.
"Soshite bouya wa nemuri ni tsutia, ikizuku hai no naka no honoo.
Hitotsu, futatsu to, ukabu fukurami itoshii yokagao, daichi ni taruru ikusen no, yume, yume.
Gin no hitomi no yuragu yoru ni, umare ochita kagayaku omae, ikuoku no toshitsuki ga, ikutsu inori wo tsuchi e kaesshite mo.
Watashi wa inori tsuzukeru, douka kono ka ni ai wo, tsunaida te ni kisu wo.
Soshite bouya wa nemuri ni tsuite, ikizuku hai no naka no honoo.
Hitotsu, futatsu to, ukabu fukurami itoshii yokogao, daichi ni taruru ikusen so, yume, yume.
Gin no hitomi no yuragu yoru ni, umare ochita kagayaku omae, ikuoku no toshitsuki ga, ikutsu inori wo tsuchi e kaesshite mo.
Watashi wa inori tsuzukeru, douka kono ka ni ai wo, tsunaida te ni kisu wo, watashi wa inori tsuzukeru, douka kono ko ni ai wo, tsunaida te ni kisu wo."
After the song ended Allen looked at the moon and asked, "Why wont you talk to me? Its been 253 years so why wont you tell me who I was before 'Allen Winter'?" He waited for an answer but when he didnt get one he screamed, "WHY WONT YOU TALK TO ME?!"
Then he called the winds to take him back to his 'home' which was an abandoned church that was so big and had so many rooms that it would take over a week to explore every single one. As he entered his sight was imminently met with with walls and floors covered in ice reflecting the light of the moon everywhere. He first started to do this because the Boogeyman loved to torment him by giving him nightmares whenever he could, even though didn't need sleep, but still liked it, so he made the ice to reflect the light so he and his nightmares had no where to hide. But even when The Big Four-wait-Five defeated him over a half a century ago he couldn't stop covering the inside of the building in ice because he felt safer that way.
He made his way to the top of the building to his room that was one of the least destroyed in the building and it was familiar to him. It was a 10-by-10 foot room with a bed in the corner closest to the door and a desk in the back left corner with a wardrobe in the back right corner. Above the bed was a picture with a clown caring a coffin on his back walking down a seemly never ending road. When Allen saw that he spent over a decade trying to figure out why he liked it so much when it wasnt the art its self that appealed to him, but he eventually gave up when he thought he might go insane form trying. He layed down on the bed and slowly willed himself into the sweet oblivion of sleep.