Happy holiday season, everybody. I own nothing and this fanfic was inspired by the wonderful pixiv artist しゅみこ or Shumiko. Anyways, good day and God bless. Please enjoy and review!

That night was so very special to him.

He would never forget how the stars shone so bright that they seemed to blur together into one crystalized entity with no definable colour.

The image reflected back in his golden eyes.

There amongst the ferns and the leaves, the vines that tied him by his wrists and ankles and the little bushes of thorns and wild berries that tangled with his long bronze hair rendering him trapped on that forest floor.

Every breath felt as though his lungs would be crushed and yet he never felt more free than at that moment.

His skin bled blood and his eyes bled tears.

His whole being ached to the point that he could hardly stay conscious but it was nothing compared to the pain he endured over the last five years.

The smile on his face felt odd like tugging on soar muscles.

Despite this, he laughed and his laugh echoed through the silent night.

There the young man of only twenty years lay.

There Mana D. Campbell lay

"Did…. Did you have to go through this, to?"

"Did you…. Cry?".

Memories of a laughing, adventurous, kind and brave child flooded his weary mind.

They, being all he had left anymore, brought warmth and heavy sadness to his heart. When he thought of that bright face, that someone that brought him such happiness and stripped him of all his worries, all his dreams of success, all the social exception , all the expectations of those older than him failed miserably in comparison.

Because, in the end, he was his dream and all he wanted out of life.

But he could not spend all night out here in the wilderness gazing up at the stars.

The owl hooted in the distance and the rats screeched in the grass. Even the wind itself seemed to be calling him to action and he complied eagerly.

He pressed His palms against the ground and pushed. His body felt as though it was that sack of potatoes from his childhood that he could never pick up with his skinny arms. He remembered someone that could, though.

He would have thrown it over his shoulder like it was nothing with that grumpy look. He was always like that when it came to lots of work.

Remembering made him laugh and laughing again weakened his muscles and he hit the ground.

Worry not. He tried again and succeeded this time.

His hair fell in front of his face like a bronze veil and made it rather difficult to traverse this shadowy terrain.

His knees were so close to buckling.

He just wanted to sleep.

In the end, those thoughts triumphed over his resolve and his mission.

He was fast asleep long before he hit the wet dirt.

Five years ago, on a starry night just like this, his brother, his wonderful brother came to him and told him something.

He told him that he was going somewhere far away and probably would never come back to that mansion.

He said he found some sort of portal. Some sort of gateway to another land.

One of Mana's biggest regrets in his whole life was not going with him that night.

He was scared to go, despite being the older of the two.

He did not want to leave his future, all that he had built up for himself behind. He did not want to leave thier mother alone, thier poor sickly but so very kind mother.

Honestly, he did not know whether or not that night was a dream. It easily could have been.

And yet when he awoke, his brother was gone, missing without a trace.

He thought nothing of it till days turned to weeks and loneliness became far too much for him to bare. He had never been without his twin for even a single day. He had a hard time functioning mentally.

They told him that he was dead but he never believed them. He chose rather to believe in that faint memory of the night he disappeared.

He worked so hard to find anything. Anything to lead him to a trail.

Despite how faint it was, he never stopped trying.

The day his mother passed away was the day he finally found it.

In attempt to run away from everything, he came across a simple and seemingly endless hole at the foot of a wild peach tree surrounded by the most brilliant blue roses.

It didn't take a scientist to know it was special.

Mana realize that what was before him was what one might call a stable wormhole. A link between two different times that would remain stable as long as relatively undisturbed.

Even if after five years it would be relatively stable, Mana let himself fall through with relatively little fear because even if this did kill him, he had already lost everything.

But here he was in a forest where there was none before and a feeling that maybe, sometimes, dreams did come true.