Once upon a time, there was a young boy with a scarred face and a fragile will. Tinted eyes, red from the tears, covered body, skinny and dirty. 'Why was I born this way?' would ask the boy in a sad tone. Never did he get an answer, but the volume of his loneliness was enough of a response. Every day, he would live the life of his unfortunate tale. Every night, he would live the life of another unfortunate being. And so his dreams were a mix of day and light passing away, leaving behind the night and darkness. *DISCLAIMER* I Do not own Black clover- Tabata Yuuki. All the characters are not mine, but the author's of the original story. This is just a work of fiction. credit: @hayuu_bbm on Twitter.