Author's Note:
[Hey everyone! Before we dive in, I just want to make it clear that this is a fan fiction. That means the world, some concepts, and certain elements are inspired by the original series, but the plot, original characters, and new ideas are my own creations. I don't own the rights to the original series or its characters—those belong to their respective creators.
This story is a personal passion project where I get to explore "what if" scenarios, expand on the lore, and bring my own twist to the universe. I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I enjoy writing it!]
In a large dining room, a young boy sat at the table, devouring his meal.
He had dark brown hair and piercing emerald-green eyes, his plate piled with a perfectly balanced assortment of food.
A napkin and a full glass of water sat neatly to the side, though the boy seemed far too busy tearing into his meal to care about table manners.
He ate like a starving wolf on fresh prey, shoveling bites into his mouth so quickly that it was hard to tell whether he was simply hungry or quietly furious at the food itself.
Inevitably, he started choking.
He snatched the glass, gulped the water down in one go, and slammed it back onto the table with a relieved sigh.
"Come on! I'll show you the other kid!"
The familiar voice made him pause. Hastily wiping his mouth with the napkin, he hopped into a different seat.
This one holding a plate stacked even higher with food.
"Come on, he's over here!" Amy's cheerful voice rang from across the room. She skidded to a stop in front of the table, pointing.
"That one there is my bro—" Her voice cut off the moment her eyes fell on her own plate.
"Heh~" A smile far too gentle to be sincere spread across her face. She set Amon, who had been in her arms, down on the floor.
"???" Amon stared up at her, confused.
Without a word, Amy strode toward the table, her gentle smile never faltering.
"Sera," she said sweetly, "why do you have more food than me?"
The boy in her chair looked up, "I don't know what you're talking about, dear sister of mine."
He was lying, boldly, and shamelessly. And how could Amy know that? It wasn't like she'd just walked in and—
A vein pulsed on her forehead. "You little—!"
At just eight years old, Amy leapt clean over the dinner table and tackled him to the floor.
"You brat! How many times have I told you to stop eating my food!?"
"Huh?! I didn't do anything!" Sera barked back, still lying through his teeth.
They rolled across the floor, yelling.
"You liar! How come you have more food than me!?"
"I don't know! It's not my fault you're so fat you didn't even realize you ate your own!"
"HUH?!"
The wrestling turned into cheek-pulling,
"I'm not fat, you are!" Amy snapped.
"No, you are!" Sera shot back.
The squabble rolled them right to Amon's feet.
Yes. Definitely siblings.
The sight stirred something deep in Amon's mind.
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[Flashback]
A younger Amon sat quietly on his bed while a woman read aloud from a children's book.
She sat in an old wooden chair, long black hair tied back in a ponytail, her violet eyes, the same as Amon's, focused on the page.
Her fair skin and hourglass figure radiated a quiet elegance.
When she finished, she rested the book on her lap, crossed one leg over the other, and smiled faintly.
From where he sat, it almost felt like she was looking down on him, but he didn't mind. If anything, it made her seem cooler.
Then she spoke, her voice low and certain,
"Only a fool would include his own death as part of a plan~"
Amon's eyes lit up like stars. "Oohhh…"
She laughed softly, then rose and started toward the door.
"Wait!"
She paused, glancing over her shoulder. "Hmm?"
"How… how do I introduce myself to someone?" he asked, ears turning red.
She smiled warmly.
"When you introduce yourself, bow your head, say your name, and end with something respectful."
Amon gave a small, shy nod, "Goodnight, Amon, my %$#@" Whatever she said next, he couldn't quite hear.
"Goodnight…" he whispered.
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Back in the present, Amon blinked out of the memory. Amy and Sera were still bickering, though now it was unclear what about.
'This place keeps bringing her back to me… Memories I'd rather not remember.'
With a neutral expression, Amon bowed exactly ninety degrees.
Amy and Sera didn't notice, until he spoke.
"My name is Amon. It is a pleasure to meet you."
The gentle yet precise tone cut straight through the noise.
For the first time, the room fell completely silent.
"Hmm?"
Hearing the gentle voice, both Amy and Sera froze mid–cheek pull and turned toward Amon.
"Oh… I forgot you were even here," Amy admitted.
"I didn't even notice him," Sera said flatly.
He looked back at his sister. "So… who's the kid?"
Amy didn't answer right away. She stood up, brushed imaginary dust from her clothes, and finally said,
"...He is like us, someone who was born with magic power. As a result he has the potential to use Magic."
"I see…" Sera nodded a few times as if digesting the information.
"My name is Amon. It's a pleasure to meet you," Amon repeated, this time a little louder.
"Why did you repeat yourself?" Amy and Sera asked at the same time.
Amon raised his head. "Important things must be said twice."
"Uh… okay?" They both exchanged a look, unsure how to respond.
Sera stepped closer. ""So, you have magic power like us, huh?"
Now standing right in front of him, Amon realized just how tall Sera was.
' He's huge…'
While Amon felt slightly intimidated, Sera was quietly sizing him up.
'Another kid with magic. I'm not letting some newcomer think he's above me and Amy.'
A small, challenging smile formed on Sera's face, "Hey!"
"!!" Amon straightened instantly at the sharp tone.
"How old are you, kid?"
"Me?" Amon pointed at himself, "I'm five."
Sera nodded, "Five, huh? Well, I'm ten. Which means I'm older…" He struck a pose and smirked. "…and since I'm older, you have to do what I say."
As for Amy? Well, she was too kind for him to act smug with. Their earlier fight had apparently slipped his mind.
Amon just stared at him, expression twisting into something between disgust and disbelief.
"What's with that face?!" Sera exclaimed.
Amon's look of disgust only deepened, "Maybe I was wrong about you. Unlike Amy, you don't seem worthy at all."
"HUH?! What's that supposed to mean?! And what's this 'worthy' crap?!"
"I'd like to take back my name, please. I don't want unworthy people knowing it," Amon said bluntly.
"You—!!" Sera stomped closer, but Amon quickly covered his ears, "Too loud."
"Who cares about that!" Amy suddenly popped up beside Amon, her cheerful mood returning.
Before he could react, she scooped him up by the waist.
"E–Eh!?"
"Look how skinny you are! We need to put some meat on you!" she laughed, running back to the table. She plopped him in a chair.
"What do you like to eat?"
"Um… meat and bread," Amon replied after thinking.
Amy nodded and started fixing him a plate.
Minutes later, she set it down: grilled chicken, a whole–grain panini, and roasted vegetables.
"Where did you get all this?" Amon asked.
"The people here give us food, clothes, water, everything. They're nice," Amy explained, meaning the scientists and workers in the building.
Rex's past words echoed in Amon's mind. 'We feed them, give them warm beds, hot baths…'
So this is what he meant.
Sera, still looking annoyed, sat at the far end of the table. Amy sat closer, noticeably close, to Amon.
"Well, go on," she said, eyes sparkling.
Not wanting to disappoint her, Amon picked up a piece of bread. The crisp crunch filled the air as he bit into it.
"Mmm." He puffed his cheeks while chewing, looking like a squirrel.
Amy burst out laughing, "Hahaha, you look like a baby!"
"Do you like it?" Sera asked, his tone calmer.
"This is the second best thing I've ever tasted," Amon replied.
"The second? What's the first?"
Amon didn't answer. He just chewed, then swallowed. "...Could you stop staring? I don't like people watching me eat."
"Huh?! What do you mean?!" Sera shot back.
"You're loud," Amon said, covering his ears.
'He's dodging the question', Sera thought, noting Amon's calm but deliberate avoidance.
Amy leaned in again, practically in his face, "So? How is it?"
"The bread's warm and toasty," Amon said honestly.
Amy grinned, "Oh, you've got something—" She wiped a crumb off his cheek with her thumb.
Most kids would have blushed, however Amon didn't. "Thank you," he said sincerely.
Amy smiled, "No problem."
"Stop flirting with my sister!" Sera blurted.
They both turned toward him, confused. In their minds, it was just helping.
"Did you make this food?" Amon asked Amy.
"No, the scientists here do. I just made your plate."
"I see…" He remembered something from long ago, 'According to that woman, there is only one proper way to thank someone…'
Amon gently patted Amy's head, "Thank you for making me a plate, Amy."
Her face went pink. "Uh—s-sure. It's no problem."
"STOP FLIRTING WITH MY SISTER!!" Sera yelled again.
"I don't know what 'flirting' is, but I'm not doing it. This is normal human courtesy," Amon said matter–of–factly.
Sigh…
Sera visibly sighs at Amon's strange behavior.
It wasn't just his personality that seemed strange, even for a five year old. It was his strange traits.
The head patting, as well as the 'worthy' thing. Not to mention he acted nothing like a normal five year old.
Despite all of this, there was just one thing that he was curious about.
'Why did he avoid my question?' It was such a simple question, yet he avoided it in such a natural way.
Whoever amons was, he was no normal kid, that sera was certain of.