SfC Part Four: Memories of WarI was oddly hungry the next morning, so I left for breakfast at the normal time – too early for much anyone else to be awake, but early enough for Allen to be present in a few minutes. The lights weren’t on very brightly at this hour, although that gave me time to adjust to the day before it actually got here. I sat down peacefully at one of the far tables and fuzzily tried to remember what happened last night.
I still couldn’t quite grasp my thoughts, so I rested my head on the table for a while. My ears drooped a little – all I could remember from the previous night was a bit of snow, ice, and some cold… not to mention –
I straightened my neck. The door whispered closed, nudged by a thin, gentle hand. The span of time it took Alma to blink and look at me felt like several minutes from how intensely I watched him.
I struggled to think of the right greeting, and realized I had done the same thing the night before. A bit flustered, I sat in silence.
SfC Part Three: CrowsThree days later, I slept in. Normally I was immune to sleeping in – that is, I would wake up at six in the morning whether I liked it or not.
By the time I got downstairs the dining room was already crowded. My brain was still muddled with sleep, so I didn’t notice Allen until he called out to me.
“Hey, Lucidia, good morning.” His voice was friendly, but awfully loud in my ears. I wondered briefly whether I should go back to sleep.
“Good morning, Allen,” I responded mindlessly. “I’m a little tired. And hungry.”
There was a short silence as I seated myself. Allen lagged behind a little. “Alma hasn’t been here this morning. Is he with you?”
“What?” It took my ears several seconds to process the question. The unexpected mention of Alma’s name had startled me a little, but at least I was awake now. “No, I haven’t seen him for days.”
Allen didn’t mention him again. I was a litt
SfC Part Two: WarAs he promised, Allen knocked on the door of my room shortly before eight o’clock in the evening. We went outside without much incident – at this hour, there weren’t very many people out and about, even if they did go to bed late.
The boat was huge. At least, to me, who had never been on anything bigger than the motorboat, it was. From my point of view it was like a giant pirate ship straight out of some fantasy book. I did have an active imagination, though – it shouldn’t be surprising that I would think like this.
The blackness of the night shrouded the inlet, with only the pale yellowish light from the boat’s system giving any sort of illumination. I took one last backwards glance at the skyscraping, castle-like building behind me before embarking on the massive vessel, onto an adventure leading me to who-knows-where.
The dark gray water began churning beneath the hull of the boat as it scooted away from the shore. I watched the land disappear int
SfC Part One: First Impressions“So you must be Allen Walker.” I tried to rise to my feet, but the ground was uneven and I didn’t expect to be standing on such rough terrain. It took a second try before I finally could bear my own weight and straighten my back. I had been told Allen was short, but to be honest he was around my height and I wasn’t known for being particularly small.
“That’s right!” The fifteen-year-old exorcist smiled brightly. A gleam of gold drew my eyes as the golem Timcanpy fluttered on his shoulder, in what was probably the equivalent of a wave.
“Okay, good.” I let out a breath, the dog-like ears on top of my head relaxing a little. If I couldn’t get the main character’s name right, I had no clue how I would even survive here. “My name is Lucidia. Pleased to meet you.”
Allen held out his hand, and I shook it firmly. “Hello, Lucidia. Welcome to D.Gray-man.”
“Allen, we’re wrapping up now.” A